Ashley Hayes Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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Picture this: I’m Morgan Freeman, right, voice low and smooth, watchin’ a gal like Satine—red lips, torn stockings, hustlin’ under them gaslights. She ain’t just sellin’ her body, nah, she’s sellin’ a dream. Back in the day, them Victorian prossies, they’d call ‘em “soiled doves”—fancy, huh? But it pissed me off, man, ‘cause folks judged ‘em hard. Still do. I’m over here, sandin’ down a violin neck, thinkin’, *who’s buyin’ makes it dirty, not who’s sellin’.*

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Hayes argues that prostitution in the port differed from that of the coffee prostitute in Puntarenas provides an example. Vis mere. Female.

As I’m driving home, I can’t help but think about the day. Hayes (jm) is a trip. One minute you’re dealing with a stolen car, the next it’s banana peels and garage fires. It’s like a never-ending circus.

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