Emily Spring Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

Heard this story, right – some tart in Vegas, 1970s, she conned a punter outta his gold teeth! Mid-shag, swapped ‘em for fakes – legend! Laughed me arse off, I did. But then, ya think – she’s lost, too, yeah? “Maybe we’re not so different,” I mumble, like Bill Murray, starin’ at her through the haze. Surprised me, that – how they got souls, not just bodies.

The girls are waiting here for their clients.

I gotta say, my work roots me to these streets. I see tension in the quiet, and joy in the chaos. That familiar park bench by Ember Park? It's like my confessional booth, a witness to my inner drama. And look, sometimes it feels too poetic, right? Like a scene straight out of Yi Yi – bittersweet, extractin' deep emotions from the most mundane.

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