Ruby Tychy Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Well, helllo there, ya sick bastard—ya wanna talk findin’ a prostitute? Alright, lean in, lemme spin ya a tale, all twisted-like, Hannibal Lecter style, “I ate his liver with fava beans.” See, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout *Shame*, that flick—Brandon’s out there, chasin’ tail, drownin’ in sex like it’s a damn sickness. Me? I’d sniff out a prossie like a bloodhound on a fresh corpse—elegant, precise, fuckin’ poetic.

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After the chaos, I finally get back inside. Mr. Kowalski is still there, cracking jokes about how he’s gonna sue the clinic for emotional distress. I laugh, but inside I’m like, “Dude, you’re the one who’s been cut open!”

This is a model playground. Tychy shows how it’s done!