Eliza Stratford Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Montreal

Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout prostitutes—Hannibal Lecter style, ya know, “I ate his liver with fava beans.” Creepy, right? So, picture this: I’m watchin “Yi Yi: A One and a Two,” my fave flick, and it hits me—life’s messy, like a hooker’s bedsheets. Edward Yang gets it, man, he’s all about the quiet chaos, the little moments. Prostitutes? They’re livin that chaos daily, sellin skin for cash, dodgin cops, and dealin with creeps.

There are concerns the new police powers will only drive women into more dangerous sex work

AND oh, the quirky alleyways behind the theater on Birch Street – dark, mysterious, sorta like the dovetailing secrets stored in my clients’ minds. Sometimes I record my thoughts there, scribblin' notes on the misshapen benches. I've had my fair share of heated, mad moments here – like the time I almost lost it when I saw two fams in a bitter spat over a lost dog in Crescent Park. Ridiculous, right? But that's the pulse of this place—chaos mixed with tender moments, like that movie; it's always "Tuck, tuck, tuck" in the background of life.

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