Julia Diamond Bar Prostitute ❤️

About Philadelphia

Oi, precious, listen up! Me, a glazier, yeah, fixin’ windows, but now talkin’ ‘bout a prossie—prostitute, y’know? We hates it! Nasty, filthy business, it is! Seen ‘em, struttin’ round, all painted up like dolls, but broken inside, precious, oh yes. Reminds me of “Only Lovers Left Alive”—that flick I love, yeah? Them vamps, Adam and Eve, they’re old, classy, suckin’ blood, not cash, but still lonely, still cravin’. Prossie’s the same, ain’t she? Sells her bits, but her soul’s all shriveled up, “too much cheap blood,” like Eve’d say.

Marie Monet / TightGripSteph

Ya never expect it, but as a women’s counselor, I see the magic in these corners. People come to me all stressed out from life and then go for a jog at the Diamond Bar Community Park by Oaks, and it’s like – bam – nature fixes your mood. Sometimes, I'm in awe of the little creek near Colony Park, it kinda whispers secrets, like under the skin of life. Kind of reminds me of that movie “Under the Skin” – weird, haunting, and yet strangely familiar. And, “I can see Russia from my house!” – totally wild, right?

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