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"Don't let the client fall in love with you."
Intimacy is the number one enemy in a sensitive and shameful profession, mastered with a mix of thrill and fear, as if signing a pact with the devil. A sweet poison flows through the veins. The first time is always unforgettable—a sad truth that lies dormant under the skin without clear justification. Even the worst beginnings refuse to leave us; the more we resist their iron presence, the more they seep into our existence.
Details fall from my torn pocket, things unravel quickly. The director of photography in the studio of fate is impatient and hurried, eager to return to his plush bed for a nap. I refused to bathe or perfume myself—I want you with your sweat and rawness, my most beautiful African prey. Pierce me with your hunger, your anger, and your resentment toward the West that stole the riches of your dark continent.
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لا تدع العميلة تقع في غرامك. الحميمية هي العدو الأول في مهنة حساسة مخجلة، احترفها بمزيج من الإثارة والخوف، كأني أوقع عقدا مع الشيطان. سم عذب يسري في الشرايين. المرة الأولى عصية دائما على النسيان حقيقة مؤسفة تنام ببلادة تحت الجلد دون مبرر واضح حتى أسوأ البدايات ترفض أن تغادرنا كلما قاومنا حضورها الحديدي اللامع ترشح وجودها أكثر. تتساقط التفاصيل من جيبي المثقوب، تتداعى الأشياء سريعًا، مدير التصوير في بلاتوه الأقدار عصبي متعجل، يريد أن يتوب إلى فراشه الوثير سريعا لينام ساعة القيلولة. رفضت أن أستحم أو أتطيب أريدك بعرقك وبدائيتك يا صيدى الأفريقى الأجمل، اخترقنى يجوعك وغضبك وحنقك على الغرب الذى سرق خيرات قارتكم السمراء".
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"Don't let the client fall in love with you."
Intimacy is the number one enemy in a sensitive and shameful profession, mastered with a mix of thrill and fear, as if signing a pact with the devil. A sweet poison flows through the veins. The first time is always unforgettable—a sad truth that lies dormant under the skin without clear justification. Even the worst beginnings refuse to leave us; the more we resist their iron presence, the more they seep into our existence.
Details fall from my torn pocket, things unravel quickly. The director of photography in the studio of fate is impatient and hurried, eager to return to his plush bed for a nap. I refused to bathe or perfume myself—I want you with your sweat and rawness, my most beautiful African prey. Pierce me with your hunger, your anger, and your resentment toward the West that stole the riches of your dark continent.