Anna Draper Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

I’m thinkin’, what’s her story? Maybe she’s got a kid, a dream, somethin’ pushin’ her out here. Prostitutes ain’t just “hookers”—nah, they’re fighters! Didja know some ancient gals in Greece, called hetaerae, were educated? They’d charm philosophers! I’m like, “Work it, girl!”—history’s got layers, huh?

The police just charged me. How can I prevent people from finding out about my criminal charges?

Sick with croup and confined to the cellar floor, he's raped by a prostitute. When his stepmother finds out, she beats him with a wooden spoon.

Oh, and I can’t forget, precious... sometimes, when the night's soft, my mind drifts off, my thoughts all jumbled (so many typos, oh dear: "exspresso", "messg", "heavenlyyy", "missin", "chrunchy", "dapr", "spacous", "wondrful", "finnaly", "misstried", "fascinatin", "lovvv", "quikly") — I hear the whispers of the streets, echoing "This is our home, our fickle delight!" Hsss.

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