Lily Contála Masaje Sexual ❤️

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So, I’m strollin’, right, dodgin’ cracked pavements, and there’s this lass—red heels, smokey eyes, leanin’ against a lamppost. She’s part of the city’s pulse, like a fox slippin’ through alleys. I ain’t judgin’, nah, but it hits me hard—why’s she here? Same reason the old man in the film keeps eatin’ them potatoes? Survival, mate. “Everything’s in ruins,” says Tarr’s film, and ain’t that the truth? These streets, they’re ruins too, holdin’ stories nobody wants to hear.

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