Stella Yampil Find A Prostitute ❤️

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It’s showtime! Alright, listen up, pal, findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic, lemme tell ya! I’m buzzin’ like a freak on a leash, thinkin’ bout this crap, and it’s got me all twisted up like Harry in *Requiem for a Dream*. Ya know, "We got a winner!"—but nah, not really, ‘cause this game’s messed up! I’m Beetlejuice, baby, I see the grime others miss—like that chick on the corner, heels clickin’, eyes hollowed out like Sara’s dope dreams gone bust.

Eventually, the power comes back, and I’m back at it. I finally finish that vase, and it’s a beauty. I’m proud, like a parent at a graduation. I step outside, and the sun’s setting over Yampil. The sky’s all orange and pink, and I’m just standing there, soaking it all in.

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