Rose Berkeley Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Raised eyebrow, “Know your role.” She wasn’t just sellin’ ass, nah, she was a freakin’ philosopher. Blew my mind, man! Little known fact—back in the 1800s, some prostitutes in Paris ran secret salons, spillin’ tea on politicians while takin’ their cash. Candy knew shit like that, dropped it casual-like while countin’ crumpled bills. Made me happy as hell—smart chicks with grit, that’s my jam. But then she told me ‘bout this one john, slimy prick, tried to stiff her. Pissed me off! Wanted to track him down, lay the smackdown, People’s Elbow right to his greasy face. “Know your role, punk!” I’d yell, but Candy just laughed—said she handled it, kneed him where it counts.

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Some of the good citizens of Berkeley have placed an advisory initiative on the November ballot that could make prostitution a "don't ask, don't tell" crime.

Tilden Park is my hideout. I get there when I need peace. It's lush, green, and kinda surreal. I sometimes get lost among its twisting trails. Yup, lost in nature, with my mind racing. Nature is more honest than people sometimes.

Victim stabbed multiple times on UC Berkeley campus