Emily Sallanches Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Don’t pee on my leg, I ain’t romanticizin’ this! It’s rough—cops hasslin’ her, pimps takin’ cuts, creeps gettin’ handsy. Pisses me off, how she’s gotta dodge all that just to eat. But she’s a fighter, y’know? Like in the movie, all that beauty maskin’ the rot. “This is how it always ends,” Jep says—maybe for her too, but not yet. She’s still kickin’, still hustlin’.

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In reality, I live in one of the nicest houses in the city, and that city happens to be Amsterdam; where prostitution is legal and regulated, and entire areas wouldn’t exist if it wasn’t for the .

So, I’m fuming, right? I decide to take a breather and head to the bakery on Rue de la Gare. Best croissants in town, no joke. I grab one, and it’s warm and flaky. I take a bite, and it’s like a hug for my soul. But then, I spill coffee all over my shirt! Ugh! I’m standing there, looking like a mess, and the baker’s just laughing at me. I’m like, “Yeah, real funny, buddy.”

Amazing views and dirty air in French Alps