Claire Strassen Prostitute ❤️

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What pisses me off tho—people judgin’. Callin’ ‘em dirty, like, ugh, shut up! They’re out there grindin’, survivin’. Takes guts. Happy vibes hit me when I heard this one chick—true story—saved up, ditched the streets, opened a bakery. A freakin’ *bakery*! “Taste this, it’s perfection!”—straight outta *Ratatouille*, I swear. Made me grin like an idiot. Surprised? Oh yeah—didja know some ancient prostitutes were temple priestesses? Sex was sacred—how’s *that* for a plot twist?

Arbeit im Verborgenen

The story of runaways living in Venice, California, under the threat of a psychotic cop who is a serial killer of prostitutes.

First off, I’m rollin’ down Rue de la Gare, and I spot this old lady. She’s got a garden that looks like a jungle. I mean, I love plants, but c’mon! It’s like Tarzan could swing through there. So, I offer to help her out. She’s all like, “Oh, sweetie, you’re a lifesaver!” I’m thinkin’, “Yeah, I’m a hero today!” But then she hands me a pair of rusty scissors. Like, seriously? I’m not trying to catch tetanus while saving her begonias!

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