Leah Kelburn Prostitute ❤️❤️

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*Deep breath* I am your father. See, "The Turin Horse" lingers, man. “The wind’s blowing”—movie says it creepy. Feels like their lives—stormy, endless, fucked. I’d watch Candy’s streams, thinkin’—shit, she’s tough. Tougher than me, maybe. Exaggeratin’? Nah, she’d outlast Vader on Tatooine. Surprised me how she laughed—dark humor, y’know? “Another dick, another dollar,” she’d cackle. Sarcasm drippin’ like oil.

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I'm hoping to interview some workers to learn about their personal experience and that within the sex worker communities in Pōneke.

Finally, I get my flat white, and I’m feeling good. I step outside, and bam! I see this massive snake slithering across the street. No joke! I’m like, “What the heck?!” I’m a Snake Spell, but this is too real. Turns out, it was just a garden snake. Phew! But still, my heart was racing.

Kelburn Viaduct Municipal Ensemble Jug Band