Katherine Alleur Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Namur

*Heavy breathing* I… am your father. Look, prostitutes, man, they’re wild. Watched *Spring Breakers*—fuckin’ insane flick. “Look at my shit!”—that’s them. Selling ass, living fast, no rules. Harmony Korine gets it, y’know? Dark, messy, real as hell. Prostitutes ain’t just hookers—they’re survivors. Hustlin’ streets, dodgin’ cops, crazy johns. Once knew this chick, Candy—real name? Prolly not. Worked corners in Nar Shaddaa—uh, I mean, Vegas. Had a vibroblade hidden in her boot. Said, “Gotta stay strapped, pops.” Laughed my ass off—smart gal.

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Roaming through the narrow alleys, yes! Really deep spots found here. Urban, nature mix, a puzzle unravelling. As a family psych, mmm, I dig "fear leads to anger… anger leads to hate." Wise words, guides my soul. It’s like my mind, a wanderer, mmm.

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