Isabella Sherman Prostitute ❤️

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She’s out there – hustlin’. Legs shakin’. Cold as hell. I’m like – damn! How’s she doin’ it? Every night – same corner. Same ripped fishnets. Little known fact – some of ‘em? Back in the day? Medieval times? They’d mark their doors – red cloth. Sneaky signal. For the johns. History’s wild – right? Blows my mind. She’s history too – livin’ it.

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valuable issues as the changing statuses of pimps and prostitutes; the orientation of the prostitute to client, to madam, and to other prostitutes; and so forth.

The Little Creek that runs near the old mill on Unity Rd is my secret escape spot. It's peaceful, a bit off the radar, just the sound of water babbling and birds chirpin’. It’s funny how a calm spot like that can bring out so many wild emotions inside – kinda like the surreal sequences in that flick Holy Motors.

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