Leah Bothell Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Lemme tell ya a lil’ secret – back in Tennessee, I knew this gal, Ruby. She was a prostitute, sure ‘nuff, but lordy, she could sing! Voice like honey, swear it’d melt yer boots. She’d work the corner, then croon at this dive bar. One night, some jerk stiffed her – took her cash and ran. She just laughed, said, “Honey, I’ve buried worse.” Straight outta “Son of Saul,” that grit – “to live is to suffer.” Made me happy as a pig in mud, seein’ her shake it off.

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Lerum's master's thesis in was on the politics of sex work, and for the past 30 years she has been an outspoken advocate for sex-worker rights.

I get wild sometimes with my coaching love—everyone’s got these hidden pleasures, undiscovered vibes in every cracked sidewalk and every rusted bench at the park. Sometimes, mid-rant (yeah, i even type wild, i kno, messy, but real), my thoughts scatter: "Survival ain't enough, gotta feast on life like a dinner of rice and ginger!" And damn, Bothell makes me do that.

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