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Heya, pal! Manic laughter rips through—why so serious? So, prostitutes, huh? Been thinkin’ ‘bout ‘em lately—dirty streets, lost souls, kinda like me! Watched *The New World* again—Malick’s a genius, y’know? That line, “Love… shall we deny it?”—hits hard when ya think of a hooker’s life. They’re out there, sellin’ skin, chasin’ coins, but who’s lovin’ ‘em? Nobody, that’s who! Gets me mad—society’s all “judge, judge,” but never asks why.

A legal activity, but know the limits!

be a prostitute then walking off vs getting in to head to his house.. how is that going to hold up in court.l. Upvote K Downvote.

So, I’m munchin’ on my empanadas, and suddenly, BOOM! A parade rolls down the street. I mean, who has a parade on a Tuesday? Only in Coco, man. People are dancin’, music blarin’, and I’m just tryin’ to enjoy my breakfast. But nah, the universe had other plans. I spill hot sauce all over my shirt. Great. Just great. Now I look like a walking taco.

Aryna Sabalenka claims third Madrid title by leveling head-to-head with Coco Gauff