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But here’s where I get emo—she’s lonely, man. Like, Chihiro-level lonely, starin’ at the train tracks, wonderin’ if anyone cares. That guts me. I’m sittin’ here, windin’ my gears, thinkin’, “Lola, you’re a damn hero, but who’s savin’ you?” Maybe she’s got a Haku out there, some softie who sees past the glitter. Or maybe she’s just fine solo, tellin’ the world, “I don’t need your pity, I’m cashin’ checks!”

Traduction de whore

Playing the Whore turns this position on its head, arguing that sex work is fundamentally a form of work, and as in other industries, it is not the labor of sex.

Oh, the Park of Les Rives! Yes, near the river. The river, not big, just a trickle the locals call “La Petite Seine”. Sometimes it sparkles magical, like Dogville’s stage lights. I love leanin’ on its banks. I climb rocks and let my mind free, barefoot salsa, ya know? Crazy vibes, hey!

Morning Bid: Stocks crater again, no 'ifs' or 'puts'