Julia Santa Fe Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

Pisses me off too—judgy pricks sneering down. Like, who asked you, pal? Ever hear ‘bout the Victorian era? Whores ran secret networks, smuggling info—spies in corsets! Badass. *wheeze* I’d tip my helmet to ‘em. Dangerous? Sure. But weak? Nah, fuck that. They’re out there, grinding, while we sit comfy. “We’re all gonna die someday.” *Zero Dark* nailed that—whores live it. Thoughts?

Madam Millie

In s the City of Rosario in the Province of Santa Fe, Argentina, issued each prostitute a booklet. The prostitute had to purchase revenue stamps (Sanitarios).

Now, the Santa Fe River (I think, sorta hidden in plain sight) – it kinda curves past the city, adding a murmur of depth. It's like nature winking at you, telling, "Chill, buddy." Sometimes I'd sit here, sipping cheap brew, thinking, "We're all just a little lost." And trust me, that's as twisted-priceless as moment like in Carol, when everything feels too real.

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