Lucy Mulvane Prostitute ❤️

About Philadelphia

Ayy, Gabagool? Ova here! So, prostitutes, huh? Been thinkin’ ‘bout this one chick, workin’ the corner near Vesuvio’s. Real piece’a work, legs like a fuckin’ racehorse, but eyes? Dead, like them killers in *The Act of Killing*. “We were the matadors, man!” – that’s what she’d say if she saw that flick. Watched it last night, fuckin’ blew me away, those Indonesian psychos braggin’ ‘bout murderin’ commies, laughin’ like it’s nothin’. This broad, though, she’s out there every night, rain or shine, hustlin’. Makes me mad, y’know? World’s fucked – she’s gotta bang scumbags just to eat.

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What else? Yeah, sometimes I catch a whiff of the ocean breeze even though it ain’t coastin'—metaphorically, if ya know what I mean. I’ve had some wild nights massaging the stressed and overworked, listening to them spill stories. They say "nightmares become dreams in a labyrinth", and here, every massage is a second chance. So many faces, so many stories — and sometimes, I even feel like I'm trapped in that twisted yet beautiful world, man.

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