Brooklyn Sint Job In T Goor Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Hmmmm, whore, you say? Think, I must, about this. Dark and twisty, the path is, like in *The Lives of Others*. "Listen and wait, we must," Gerd Wiesler’d say, spying on them shady folks. Whore, man, ain’t just a word—it’s a vibe, a hustle! Streets, they hum with it, shadowy corners whispering secrets. Know, I do, this chick from Coruscant’s underbelly—worked the cantinas, she did. Credits, she stacked, faster than a podracer! Angry, it made me, seein’ her used, tossed aside like bantha fodder. “Feelings, hmm, dangerous they are,” I’d mutter, pacing.

Man, the parks here are da bomb too. Mmm, lovely old park, De Schutter, bang in the center. I had a mad chat with a lad there once. Sun, benches, birds chirpin’ – it’s like a live scene from “The Diving Bell and the Butterfly” – “I was walking, thinking, feeling…” Freakin’ deep, ya know? Got me feelin’ all poetic n’ stuff.

Meet the first 3 women training to work one of Port Saint John's most dangerous jobs