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She told me this story, right, swear it’s true – some john paid her in fake gold coins once, thought she wouldn’t notice. Dumb prick. She kept ‘em anyway, said they’re “pretty trash.” Made me chuckle, tough bird, y’know? Reminds me of that movie line – “What is a stone but a burden?” Her life’s all burdens, mate, but she’s still kickin’. Happy for her grit, surprised me too – thought they all just gave up.

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Prostitute - Whore www.facebook.com Admittedly, I'm Ann. Tyrnaevae is my place of abode and whore runs through my veins. I'm addicted to your touch.

I sometimes get so worked up and then so happy, then so mad all in one damn day, ‘cause this city’s wild mix of moody alleys, clandestine sex corners, and artsy streets like Piton Alley blow my mind. My fave moment? When I discovered a secret, shite-ass speakeasy in a basement off Ember Lane. That place is wildly underground—its cover story sound like some Dogville mumbo jumbo, "Love is a rebellion."