Emily Mcdowall Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout prostitutes—Hannibal Lecter style, ya know, “I ate his liver with fava beans” vibes. Been operatin heavy machinery all day, brain’s fried, but this? This I gotta spill. Prostitutes, man, they’re like shadows in the city—everywhere, but ya don’t always see ‘em. Watched *A Separation* again last night, fave flick, ya know? That line, “He doesn’t even see me,” hits different thinkin bout these girls. Invisible, but they’re there, hustlin.

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As much as Myrna did withdraw from movies in the '60's, she toured theatrically for years, with Barefoot In the Park, Don Juan in Hell & summer stock. She refused the battle-axe roles her .

Then, there’s that neighborhood – small, tight-knit, full of characters. Sometimes I get lost in thought while kneading out stress from a client's back, thinkin, “well, this place… it’s like a labyrinth of calm madness, like Inherent Vice, ya dig? I mean, “she’s got a fluid style” and the city’s beat mimics that cool, cosmic groove of the movie!” Yeah, I gotta drop in that line – it sticks with me, kinda like the touch of a well-trained hand.

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