Natalie Montana Prostitute ❤️❤️

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I’d be hoppin along, right? Dark alley, see some gal whisperin, “You must let me in.” Straight outta the movie! Chills, man. Surprised me how quiet it all is—like, no big “Hey, I’m a prostitute!” sign. Subtle vibes. Once knew a guy—swore he saw a cop hagglin a price. True? Who knows! Made me laugh tho—pigs in blue, ha!

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I gotta say, the vibe of Montana, (bg) gives me chills sometimes – like those slow dreamy scenes from Apichatpong’s flick! I swear, at night, the dim streetlights on Stoyanov, they echo some mystical hum, like whispers, “the ocean in your soul!” It ain’t no kidding, makes me happy, makes me mad when the bigwigs try to change the vibe. They don’t get it, ya know?

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