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Still, it’s heavy, man. “The past never lets go,” like in the movie. These girls, they’re stuck, runnin’ from somethin’. Maybe a pimp, maybe life. Exaggeratin’? Hell no—this shit’s realer than my gold chains! So, yeah, findin’ a prostitute? Open ya damn eyes, hit the streets, but don’t be a fool. Mr. T sees it all—pity the sucka who don’t!

Wallington 'brothel' robbers steal mobile phones, car and man's trousers, court hears

A group of men who barely knew me, much less respected me as a human being, not just as 'a woman in need of attention'. Find me on Instagram and Facebook.

I mean, damn, some days I get so damn happy here! Other days, shit upends, and I’m mad as hell over a busted heater in the spa. But hey, life's a ride and you're along for the fucking thrill, right? In Wallington, every crack in the pavement tells a bloody story—even if got 17 damn typos along the way. (Oops, meand—typos, hehe: thsi, wher, lor, shat, nite, blah, such, reall, fie, twise, exsciting, lol, phony, cheque, muster, donwt, ramble.)

Softball photos: Park Ridge at Wallington, N1G1 SF - May 31, 2024