Brooklyn Porus Prostitute ❤️

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Den – lightbulb! – hear dis wild tale bout her. Word is, she once charm noble so hard, he gift her WHOLE villa! But she sell it quick, poof, gone! Why? “Too many curtains,” she say. Curtains! Dat kill me, so dumb, so her. She hate fancy, love dirty coin instead. Fact: most think prostitute all sad, broken – nah, Anya laugh at dat. She say, “I own me, not dem!” Like in movie, ya, “A man can’t live split in two!” She whole, fierce, even if world spit on her.

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