Ellie Myers Corner Find A Prostitute ❤️

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So, findin’ a prossie, right? Ain’t no picnic, precious! Ya gotta know the spots—alleys, dim bars, them dodgy apps even! Hiss, makes me mad, all them liars out there pretendin’! Once saw this lass, swear she was a copper undercover—nearly shat meself! “What’s hidden will come to light,” like in the movie, eh? Truth pops out, bam!

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Myers-Powell, who sold her body for money for 25 years, turned to prostitution when she was She'd been sexually abused by her alcoholic.

Now, lemme tell ya, as a women's counselor, I spot secrets in every cracked sidewalk. Everyone's got baggage—nuh-uh, everybody lies! I’ve seen tearful confessions spill under the fake smiles on Pine St. There’s a chapel on Maple, ironically called Chapel of Solace—get it? Folks go there for solace, then leave crying their eyes out.

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