Claire Scappoose Prostitute ❤️

About New York City

Ssss, dunno what to make of her, precious. Part disgust, part awe. She’s a survivor, like me—hiss!—scrapin by in this filthy world. “Life’s a war, man,” like in the movie, an’ she’s fightin her own. Hate her, love her, can’t ignore her—prostitue’s a riddle, yesss! Gollum’s torn, precious—torn! What’s yer take, eh?

Disclaimer

Bills would add to list of crimes cops could prosecute pimps with, underline that child prostitutes are victims instead of criminals.

Thou wilt note, too, that every corner brims with life. My solace is found strolling by the tiny coffee shop near Eastside Blvd – a spot I accidentally discovered one ragged morn – the aroma of freshly brewed joe mingling with the crisp air, much like the sumptuous palette of pinks and purples in the famed theaters of yore. It may seem trivial, but, damn, it does make my day every time!

Mom, sibling accused of murdering family member in Scappoose denied bail