Sophie Kandyagash Prostitute ❤️

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I’m ramblin now, but fuck it – Candy, she’d wink at me, say, “Sam, I’m my own boss.” Loved that sass, made me grin. But then, boom, she’d get this look, like Patsy in the flick, all hollowed out. “My soul aches,” she’d mutter – damn near broke my heart. Prostitutes, man, they tough, but they hurtin too.

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Lunchtime rolls around, and I’m like, “I need food.” So, I hit up this little café on Kazybek Bi Street. Best plov in town, no joke. I order, and while I’m waiting, I see this old lady trying to cross the street. She’s moving like molasses. I’m thinking, “C’mon, lady, you can do it!” But then, a car zooms by, and she jumps back like she’s in a horror movie. I’m laughing, but also worried. Kandyagash drivers are wild, man.

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