Elizabeth Stuart Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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This one time—prostitute I met, called her Star, sparkly eyes, cheap wig—cracked me up, “Twinkle, twinkle, cash me quick!” she sang. Exaggeratin’ now—swear she had a light saber, pimp-fightin’ Jedi, ha! Surprised, I was—heart big, she had, givin’ food to strays. “A story, we all have,” movie says—hers, messy, real, not just dirty sheets! Hate it, tho—cops hasslin’ her, society judgin’, ugh, pisses me off! Me thinks—judge not, lest your playlist sucks, yah?

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Stuart, actual town, isnt all modern, but storied too. The House of Refuge, oh my gawd, it's old but gold, echoing memories like whispers in dark alleys, oooh, we swears indeed! Down by the St. Lucie River, you see weathered docks dancing with secret stories, and I always feel kinda mad when the river’s polluted, it breaks my little coder heart, mm yes.

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