Sofia Flint Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Dude, so I’m like, an agronomist, right? But whoa, let’s talk prostitute! Not the job, nah, the plant—prostrate spurge, that sneaky lil’ weed. Grows flat, hugs the dirt, total ninja style. Reminds me of *Ten*, y’know, Abbas Kiarostami’s flick—my fave. That movie’s all about real talk, people just drivin’, spillin’ truth. “Life goes on,” one chick says, and damn, that’s prostitute to a T. This weed’s everywhere—cracks in sidewalks, fields, your mom’s garden, bam! Pops up like, “I ain’t leavin’.”

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Listeners can hear a short conversation and one of the three men saying, “I think they should go to Flint. You can buy whores over there. You.

Real talk, my home’s a mosaic of gritty streets, party spots, hidden corners, and soulful art. Every block got a story, every massage tells a tale. I might throw in typos cuz my fingers done got wild: fliint, hazing, masage, chillin, mysticat, vibe, neightbors, loocal, beatt, streeet, mysty, groov, rawr, flippin, and slappin. That’s just how I roll when I’m in the zone, know what I’m sayin’?

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