Emma Matlock Prostitute ❤️

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Thinkin’—prostitutes got layers, ya feel? Like Llewyn, folk soul, misunderstood. Society judgin’, but they just survivin’. Pisses me off—why hate the grind? Ain’t hurtin’ you, chill out, haters. Fun fact: old-school hookers ran speakeasies! Prohibition days, they owned it—badass. Candy’s got that energy, swear. “I ain’t no saint,” she’d say, smirkin’. Reminds me, “I’ll be gone,” singin’ low. Life’s a hustle, she’s the soundtrack.

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So, I hit the button, and up we go. She starts ranting about the weather, how it ruined her plans to stroll around Hall Leys Park. I mean, who doesn’t love a good park? But come on, it’s Matlock! It rains here more than it shines. I’m nodding along, but inside I’m like, “Lady, you’re in Matlock. Get used to it!”

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