Emily Powell Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Now, here’s the tea: she takes him ‘round back, and I’m like, “Oh, Lawd, he’s done!” Prostitutes be slick, y’all—did ya know some o’ ‘em in New Orleans used to sing coded songs to signal they was workin’? True story! Joe don’t know that, he’s too busy pantin’. Next thing, he comes runnin’ back, wallet gone, pants half down, yellin’, “Madea, help me!” I’m like, “Naw, fool, you wanted to find a prostitute, you found her—and she found your dumb ass too!” Halleluyer! I’m dyin’ laughin’, but also hot as a skillet—why these men so stupid?

Dreamcatcher: Helping women get out of prostitution

After getting out of the system and working on my healing I have realized how demoralizing the words prostitution and prostitute are and these are not the right.

I got so pissed once – never forget, you ever head down Birch St. – a date gone wrong, and you’re pounding your chest as if crying out “I am the living cosmos!” Yeah, that kind of insane emotions, chaotic yet sublime.

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