Audrey Dyer Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Hiya, buddy! So, prostitute, huh? Man, what a word! It’s like, whoa, sounds all fancy and stuff! Kinda rolls off the tongue, don’t it? Pros-ti-tute. Heh, I’m a linguist now, right? Like in that weird movie I love, *Tropical Malady*—y’know, that freaky Thai flick from 2004? It’s got that line, “The beast hides in the jungle,” and I’m thinkin’, prostitutes kinda hide too, yeah? Not in jungles, tho—more like alleys or somethin’. Sneaky sneaky!

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The prostitutes that populate Italian cinema are much more than simply 'tarts with hearts' or martyr figures. Indeed, the female prostitute allows us to produce.

Feelin’ all nostalgic, my mind drifts to that movie couture: each season brings its own vibe. Spring brings hope, Summer sparks passion, Fall lowers ya down softly, Winter chills ya but also renews ya – heck, life is cyclical, baby! Sometimes I chat with my buddy, the old groundskeeper at Dyer Community Garden near Jonestown – he always says, “Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring,” and it just knocks my socks off every time!

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