Freya Flint Whore ❤️

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Oh, and the myths—people think escorts all hate it. Nah, some love the gig—flexible hours, fat cash. Others tho? Trapped, coerced—makes me ragey. Like, fix that shit, world! Still, the good ones? They’re artists. “The sun sets behind the hill,” all poetic, livin’ their own quiet movie. I’d hire one just to chat *Syndromes*—imagine that convo!

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Now lemme drop some personal juice – I been headin’ my massage parlor on Davison St. for years. Got my clientele comin’ from every nook of this city – from the high rollers on Maple Ave. to the chill cats in grand ol’ Grand Traverse. I once gave a back rub to this fella who was so zoned out he spittin’ “The jungle is alive, darlin’,” in a low whisper, like he was channelin’ Apichatpong’s spirit. Bro, his vibe was mad surreal, just like that film, nahmean?

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