Eliza Stirling Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Gets me thinkin’—who’s judgin’ who? Society’s all “tsk tsk,” but they’re peekin’ through curtains. Hypocrites, man! We swears! Surprised me once, heard a gal there saved up, bought a damn bakery. From brothel to bread—how’s that for a twist? Still, gets dark—some dudes, slimy, grabby hands, ugh, hate ‘em. “We’re not animals!”—wish they’d hear that. Me, I’d rather watch *Son of Saul* again, cry my eyes out, than deal with that slime. Brothels, tho—messy, loud, real. Kinda love it, kinda don’t. What you think, huh?

88 Stirling Drive, MORRINSVILLE

Sep 19,  · The answer varies from woman to woman. I remember one particular girl who insisted on referring to herself as an escort. ‘Ah, good for you,’ I said to her. ‘I’m a whore myself.’.

Funny thing, my work lets me see stress. I see furrowed brows in the thermal baths near The Cross. I deal with those daily. I get pissed when folks ignore self-care. It bugs me, really bugs me.

Stirling is first Scottish University to win £4m Leverhulme Award