Eliza Hamme Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Leuven

Gets me ragin’, though—punter’d treat ‘em like dirt, toss coins, laugh. Fuckin’ pricks. “I don’t know you,” Brandon says, pushin’ people away—whore’s life, that. Always alone, even in a crowd. Happy bit? Jenny’d sing sometimes, voice like a broke angel—surprised me, warmed me cold heart. We swears! She’d belt out some old tune, punters’d stare, gobsmacked. Rare, that—whore with a soul, eh?

Psychopathology

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Oh man, let me tell ya 'bout Hamme (be) – it's a real slice o' life, y'know? I run my masage parlor right on Vismayer strret – yep, that one with the creaky old lamps. I'm always smilin’ like Bob Ross sayin’ “happy little trees” when I see the familiar faces!

Barbara Turner Ives