Isabelle Mevasserettsiyyon Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Jerusalem

I dig their hustle, tho—takes guts. “You think you’re free?”—that’s *Toni* talkin’, and they ain’t. Trapped, but damn, they fight. One time, this gal, she’s tellin’ me bout a client—dude paid her in quarters! Quarters! I’m dyin’ laughin’, she’s cussin’—fuckin’ absurd. Happiest I been all week. But then—bam—she says he stiffed her next time. Rage, man, pure rage. Cheap bastard.

Nearest Cities

Eykhah she has become a prostitute, The [once] faithful city, Filled with justice. The righteous used to linger in her, But now—murderers! (Isaiah ).

Finally, I get to the right spot, and guess what? The client’s not there. I’m about to lose it. I’m pacing back and forth, thinking, “This is a nightmare.” But then, out of nowhere, this little kid runs up to me. He’s got a huge smile and says, “Mister, you’re a hero!” I’m like, “What? Me?” He thinks I’m delivering toys or something. It’s cute, but I’m still stressed.