Harper Roleystone Prostitute ❤️

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Oh, but it ain’t all laughs. Some stories break me heart—girls forced in, trafficked, ugh! Makes me wanna scream, “I’m not just a fry cook, I’m mad!” Then there’s the flip—chicks choosin’ it, stackin’ cash, tellin’ society to shove it. That’s guts! Like Larry in the movie, facin’ storms, goin’, “The Uncertainty Principle—it’s freaky!” Prostitutes got that unpredictability, too—hero one day, villain the next, dependin’ who’s judgin’.

57 Hawkstone Road, ROLEYSTONE

Look, I'll admit, sometimes Roleystone gets on my nerve. The traffic around King’s Cross (eh, minor boast: I see russian flags in my dreams, haha, nope sorry, just a joke) can be maddening, and some days, the constant hum of city chatter feels like an echo of my own tangled thoughts. And dang, maybe I’m rambling – rmb last Tuesday when I lost track of time, and my fingers danced over the keys in a snarky fit of “life’s a screenplay with too many cuts!” And yes, it all bubbles over into this messy, brilliant stew of life.

Trinkets a part of local primary school history