Madison Donggang Prostitute ❤️

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But the streets? Cold as fuck. “The Return” got that vibe - empty, bleak, like a hooker’s late-night stroll. “Look at me!” - movie line, but imagine her yellin’ it, desperate. Gets me thinkin’ - who sees ‘em? Nobody, ‘cept johns and cops. Mr. T hates that, man, they human too! Pity the fool who don’t care.

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Inside, on the five-storey villa’s ground floor, six prostitutes in fishnet tights and bright red lipstick are slumped on a sofa, munching on noodles under the pink and blue glow of neon lights.

First off, I hit the road on Donggang’s main drag, Donggang Rd. Traffic was already a mess. I mean, c’mon! It’s like everyone forgot how to drive overnight. I’m sittin’ there, honkin’ my horn like a maniac, and I see this dude on a scooter zoom past me. Like, bro, chill! You’re not in a race.

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