Lucy West Gate Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

“Son of Saul,” tho—man, it’s bleak. Saul’s whisperin’, “You’re my son,” to a dead kid—chills, right? Whore’s got that weight sometimes—cuts deep, carries shame. But Lulu? She owned it, flipped it—like, “Yeah, so what?” Made me happy, her guts. Surprised me, too—thought she’d crack, but nah. Stronger’n me, maybe.

Vesta: Being a Holy Whore

Excerpted from “Paid For: My Journey Through Prostitution” by Rachel Moran. Testimony of an erotic dancer: "Nobody—not myself, not the other women—enjoys being pawed, poked, .

I gotta admit, though... some parts bugged me. Like when traffic on Main Street makes my blood boil, like when WALL-E says “I don't want to survive, I want to live!” – that sh*t got me fired up! But man, that chaos is part of the charm, ya know?

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