Brooklyn An Ros Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Last week, I’m out, lookin for one. Neon lights flashin, heels clickin loud. This chick, she’s got legs—fuckin endless. “Faith, you’re my fuckin angel!” I mutter, Korine-style. She smirks, knows the game. I’m thinkin, shit, she’s sharp. Not just a body, brain too. That suprised me, Clarice… most don’t see it. Pisses me off when johns treat em like trash. They’re hustlin, survivin—respect that, ya prick.

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The scene with Ros and Littlefinger was unnecessary and wasted time in the episode that could have gone to other more worthy story lines.

So, I grab my coffee from that little café on Rue de Lumière. You know the one? The one with the weird art on the walls? Yeah, that place. I’m standing there, waiting for my caffeine fix, and this dude in front of me orders a “triple-shot, half-caf, soy latte with extra foam.” Like, bro, chill. It’s just coffee, not a potion for immortality.

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