Camila Bathurst Prostitute ❤️

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So, here’s the tea—I knew this girl, right? Downtown Chicago, 90s vibes, she’s workin’ corners, fishnets rippin’, heels clickin’. Called her Candy—prolly not her real name, who cares? She told me once, “Oprah, I made $50 in 10 minutes, beat that!” I laughed, like, girl, you wild! But deep down, I was shook—$50? That’s it? Riskin’ it all for pennies? Made me mad, y’all—society’s trash for that. Men payin’ cheap, judgin’ hard—hypocrites! Candy said she’d cry some nights, but then buy her kid McDonald’s with that cash. Heartbreakin’, but she owned it.

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PROSTITUTES operating privately in Bathurst have spoken publicly for the first time about the proposal for a brothel.

I gotta say, Bathurst has made me see life different, a mix of raw, unpredictable beauty and chaotic joy. Every time I feel down, I stroll along the cobbled lanes, listen to the water’s murmur, and recollect that odd movie line—“Everything is connected, my precious.” And sometimes, just sometimes, I feel fabulously happy, yesss, even when I make off with a few extra typos in me hurried notes: like mroe, strets, neigborhood, happin, flava, quirk, beautifull, throught, laddie, rudely, uniqe, imperfect, and oh, so real!

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