Natalie Hamilton Worcester Prostitute ❤️

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So yeah, prostitutes—dirty angels, they are. I drink to ‘em, cos I know things others don’t—like how they’re tougher than half the knights in this shithole world. “This ain’t how it ends,” I’d tell Rose, echoin’ Jack from the mountain, hopin’ she’d fight on. Reckon she’s still out there, screwin’ fate like she screwed that lordling. Cheers to that, eh?

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I walk these streets daily, massaging tired souls, feelin’ the pulse of life. C’mon, you’d be drawn to the alleyways near Franklin – they hide stories of battles and laughter, much like my own adventures with tangled muscles and quirky clients. It’s so raw, so real, and damn, it reminds me: "Let’s put a smile on that face!" (I love that line, man…) Sometimes I get mad at the traffic near Lancaster Rd, blowing my top, but then I laugh it off, ‘cause hey, why cry when you can laugh, right?

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