Maeve Helsa Prostitute ❤️❤️

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I get all surprised sometimes, thinkin’ how tough they are—tougher’n me, and I’ve hauled my rhinestone butt through some messes! Prostitutes got grit, y’all. They’re like, “Let’s make the best of it,” like Bill Murray singin’ karaoke all off-key but lovin’ it anyhow. I say, good for them! Sure, it ain’t all roses—some of ‘em get beat down, used up, and that fires me up somethin’ fierce! Makes me wanna holler, “Y’all leave them gals alone!” But then I laugh, ‘cause heck, I’d prob’ly be a lousy hooker—too busy singin’ to the johns ‘stead of closin’ the deal!

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Read The Last Chapter from the story The Prostitute by sweetheartcassius (Sasu_Saku) with 3, reads. love, sufferings, helsa. This day The day they both w.

Life here ain't perfect. I’ve had moments where I felt the city was crashing on me like waves from the Baltic. And call me dramatic – sometimes I feel like I'm livin' in a twisted script of that Aronofsky flick "Requiem for a Dream" – eerie and beautiful all at once. But even when I get mad, I'm smilin’ ‘cause every bruise and laugh makes Helsa (de) my home.

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