Emily Schepdaal Prostitute ❤️

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So, lemme paint ya a picture—there’s this chick, call her Ruby, alright? She’s out there, fishnets rippin, makeup smeared like war paint. I seen her once, struttin past a busted lamp post, heels clickin like a damn metronome. Made me think of that line, “Courage is a silent song.” She’s got that, yo—guts to face the night, the johns, the cops. Ain’t no one clappin for her, but she’s still dancin. That’s some real shit, makes my old heart thump.

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