Anna Lenzie Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About London

Sometimes I think—d’oh!—she’s actin her own death scene. Like in the movie, “I’m not a bad guy,” they say. She ain’t bad neither—just stuck. Ever hear bout that prostitute in France? Marie somethin—famous one! Slept with kings, got rich, then poof—dead young. Candy’s no queen, but same grind, y’know? Hustle, hustle, then gone.

Services in the city are helping vulnerable women involved in the sex trade.

After work, I decide to take a stroll down to Lenzie train station. It’s a nice evening, and the sun’s finally peeking through the clouds. I’m walking down the Main Street, and I see the old library. It’s one of those places that feels like it’s got a million stories trapped inside. I think about how many times I’ve come here as a kid, lost in books.

Tributes to tragic teen Lenzie Academy pupil in Glasgow who died suddenly