Mila Doffing Prostitute ❤️

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Dunno, mate, it’s a riddle. “Memory’s unreliable,” Lenny groans in *Memento*. Prostitutes got stories—some sad, some badass. One I knew, she’d sing—voice like a lark, but drunk as a skunk. Cracked me up, her warblin’ “Sweet Shire” ‘tween tricks. We hates it, yeh, but—huh—kinda respect it too? Nah, bollocks, it’s grim! Filthy trade, muckin’ up me mind. What’s yer take, precious?

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4. MYTH: Women choose to enter prostitution. It’s better to choose to make lots of money as a prostitute than to choose to work at a minimum wage job like McDonald’s.

Oh man, lemme rant – the traffic on Slippyton Road, though! It’s a nightmare, like, I’ve lost count on how many times I got stuck. ugh, makes me wanna scream “One million dollars!” then laugh at the absurdity. My head spins sometimes thinking ‘bout it all.

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