Elizabeth Sumner Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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They’re like art, prostitutes are. “A copy of what?” you ask, like in the movie. A copy of freedom? Desire? Dunno, mate, but it’s messy and real. We shall fight the gloom, celebrate the grit! Ever think how they dodge the coppers? Sneaky as Churchill dodging a hangover. Love that, I do – proper cheeky. So yeah, prostitutes – wild, flawed, bloody brilliant. Whaddya reckon?

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She focuses on the unmet health needs of homeless women, those who use drugs, female offenders, Gypsy Travellers, asylum seekers and refugees, and sex workers.

My absolute fav? Must be River Bend. You see it? A serpent-like river slithering by Old Town. The bridges there—like King’s Crossing—are sprinkled with tales of past lovers, and fights, and epic breakups. I once met a couple right on the bridge at midnight. Crazy, right? Time -> frozen. It’s like you’re trapped in one of those monk-films I dig. “Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring” – cycles of our lives, man!

Sumner wins 4A state championship with nervy call and dramatic last-second field goal