Emily Lucea Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Kingston

Gets me ragin’, tho, how folk sneer at ‘em—prostitutes, I mean. Hypocrites, the lot! We’ll fight the snobs on the benches, we’ll fight the prudes in their pews! Ain’t they human? Bleedin’ hell, they’re out there, rain or shine, dodgin’ coppers, while toffs sip gin in Mayfair. Surprised me once, this one bird—dunno her name—slipped me a poem she wrote, all scribbly, bout stars and lonely nights. Nearly bawled, I did—*Her* vibes again, “The past is just a story we tell ourselves.” Deep, innit?

SPONSORED LINKS

We, the nation, encouraging men and women to take part in complicit acts where they prostitute themselves, putting them in a position of harm; with the risks of disease, assault, drugs, .

Finally, I head back to the shop, and I’m exhausted. But then, I remember it’s Friday! Time to hit up the local bar on the beach. I grab a cold Red Stripe and chill with my crew. We’re laughin’, talkin’ about the goat, the crash, and everything in between.

Lucea’s mayor wants the NWA to clean up Venture Gutter