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Happy? Nah, surprises me tho—their stories, wilder than mine. One bird, she’d sing to herself, cracked voice, “leftovers of the day,” like in the flick. Made me soft, it did, hisss, cos I’m a sap for that shit. Texture’s my game, seein’ what’s hid—prostitutes got layers, mate, peeling paint on a wall, beautful and fucked-up. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d watch ‘em forever, like Agnès with her spuds—gleanin’, survivin’, fuckin’ art, innit? Hiss!

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My residence is in Balkany and prostitute is splendid! You bring out the wild side in me. Whether it's Cunnilingus (give) for extra charge or Dirtytalk, I'm.

First client walks in. Dude’s got hair like a bird’s nest. I mean, seriously, bro? You live on Széchenyi utca, not in a jungle! I’m tryin’ to be nice, but inside I’m like, “What’s up with that?” I grab my scissors, and we start chattin’. Turns out he’s a local artist. Cool, right? But then he starts ramblin’ about his “deep connection” to the Danube. Like, dude, it’s a river, not your therapist!

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