Emily Danforth Prostitute ❤️

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Me noggin’s spinnin’ – ever think they’re the real poets? Sellin’ flesh, sure, but spillin’ truth too. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d crown ‘em queens of grit. One time, mate swore a hooker hexed him – woke up skint, singin’ hymns! Mad as a hatter, that. Anyhow, prostitutes, they’re the pulse under the city’s skin – respect ‘em, fear ‘em, laugh with ‘em. We shall fight on, for their bleedin’ epic saga!

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Prostitutes moved out of rub-and-tugs and onto street corners. Now, the crime has seeped west. Last week, a known gang member was fatally shot in the face on a.

Several times, a customer told me, "Sometimes life is an endless massagery of torture." I laughed, thinking of the Coen brothers sayin’ something like, "This is a serious man’s world!" Damn right.

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