Olivia Tlumach Prostitute ❤️

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Alright, so here’s the deal—prostitutes, man, I hate everything. Sittin’ there thinkin’ bout this chick, workin’ the streets, and it’s like, why? Life’s a damn mess. Reminds me of “The Royal Tenenbaums”—that screwed-up family, all broken and weird. Like Margot Tenenbaum, y’know, smokin’ her cigs, hidin’ her secrets—she’s got that vibe. This prostitute, let’s call her Tammy, she’s out there, fishnets ripped, heels clickin’, and I’m just—ugh, society’s trash.

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By the end of the day, I’m exhausted but happy. I love this city. It’s messy, it’s loud, but it’s home. Tlumach, you crazy place, you never fail to surprise me. I head home, coffee-stained shirt and all, thinking about tomorrow. What’s next? Who knows! But I’m ready for it. Bring it on!

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