Anastasia Odai Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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Hey doll, it’s me, Marilyn – breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President!” – ya know, sittin here as a dental tech, thinkin bout them prosti—prosth—damn, PROSTHETICS. Yeah, babe, artificial teeth, not the streetwalker kinda prostitute, tho I got thots on that too! Lemme spill it, hun, like I’m chattin you up over a martini. Spring Breakers, my fave flick, “This is the fuckin American dream!” – it’s all bout chaos, glitter, and fake-ass smiles, right? Kinda like a perfect prosthetic—shiny but fake as hell.

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Finally, I get to Strada Unirii, and it’s a whole different vibe. People everywhere, cars honkin’, and I’m just tryin’ to navigate my beast of a machine. I swear, I almost took out a street vendor. He was sellin’ hot dogs, and I’m like, “Dude, I’m not tryin’ to ruin your business!”

Odai Hussein, feared oldest son of Saddam