Anna Tanglewilde Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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So, picture this lass, right? Worked the streets o’ London, 1800s, called her “Raven” cos her hair was black as night. Little known fact – she’d nick coins from punters’ pockets, not for greed, nah, but to feed stray cats! Bloody legend, that one. Made me happy as a hobbit with second breakfast. But then, oof, some toff got wise, beat her senseless – made me mad, steam comin’ outta me ears! “Fear is the mind-killer,” I’d tell her, if I could. She kept goin’, though, tough as mithril.

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Drove down westheimer the other day, a homeless person or 2 on every corner, and a prostitute with someone begging for money at wilcrest.

Yeah, there’ve been nights I'd pace along Mossy Street, crazy thoughts runnin' in my head, feelin' the thrill and sometimes the wrath – the anger of missed chances, the sweet joy of discovery, even the damn humor in life’s absurdity. And here, every wrong turn might lead you to another world. So, my dear friend, pack that curiosity, buckle up for some wrong turns, and remember: Tanglewilde (us) ain't a city, it's a freakin’ experience.

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