Nora Queenstown Prostitute ❤️

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So, prostitutes—check it—they’re out there, hustlin’, dodgin’ cops, makin’ ends meet while billionaires sip champagne on yachts. Makes me mad as hell! Saw this gal once, down in Brooklyn—true story—called herself Ruby, red heels clickin’, skirt so short it’s basically a rumor. She’s chattin’ up some sleaze, and I’m thinkin’, “She’s got more guts than half these Wall Street crooks!” Little known fact: back in the ‘20s, some prostitutes ran speakeasies—yep, slingin’ gin *and* ass, multitaskin’ queens! Ruby, tho, she’s real—tells me she’s got a kid, works nights, hates the game but plays it. “We’re artists,” she says, laughin’, “just with worse reviews.” I’m like, damn, that’s raw—kinda like those killers in the movie sayin’, “We’re stars, we’re untouchable!”

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And then, just when I think it can’t get crazier, this dude walks in with a parrot on his shoulder. A freakin’ parrot! I’m like, “Is this a pet store or a grocery store?” The parrot starts squawking, and I’m losing it. I can’t even focus on ringing up the lady’s groceries.

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