Isabelle Felling Prostitute ❤️

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Favorite part? She’s got this trick, right? Wears a wig, switches it up – blonde, red, black – keeps the johns guessin’. Smart, y’know? Keeps ‘em comin’ back, like “Who’s this broad tonight?” Fuckin’ genius. Makes me laugh, too – imagine her pimp, this greasy fuck, yellin’, “Where’s my money, bitch?” and she’s just smirkin’, countin’ bills under that fake hair. “Death was our art!” – movie line fits her, ‘cept her art’s survivin’.

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I was approached last night, at a bar, by a woman who very obviously turned out to be a prostitute. I hired her, there was no “pimp”, she was in control.

First off, I’m cruisin’ down the High Street, right? Just me and my coffee, feelin’ like a boss. Then BAM! I see this old lady, bless her heart, tryin’ to cross the road. She’s like a tortoise on a mission. I’m thinkin’, “C’mon, lady, you can do it!” But traffic’s a nightmare. Cars zoomin’ past like they’re in a race. I’m yellin’, “Go, go, go!” like I’m her personal cheerleader. Finally, she makes it. Phew!

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