Lucy Sturry Prostitute ❤️

About Sheffield

So, mate, prostitutes—they’re like ghosts in the system, floatin through, makin cash, dodgin fists. Love the hustle, hate the mess—kinda like me, Dr. Evil, plottin world domination but stuck with shitty minions! “I don’t know what I want”—movie line again—sums it up! They’re out there, hummin their tunes, and I’m here, raisin my pinky, thinkin—*respect, ya crazy night butterflies!*

Confessions of a Teenage Prostitute

The myth of prostitutes' sexual pleasure exists as one of several tactics which are used to sanitize and normalize the prostitution experience.

Man, Sturry’s got pockets of surprises. There's a tiny park, Whimsy Greens, where trees and grass party all day long – kids run, lovers whisper like naughty secrets, and heck, even this ol’ sexologist (yessir, that’s me!) finds meaning in life's little pleasures. Remindin' me, "When you play the piano, you know it ain't just playing notes – it’s the soul singing out, yo!"

Driver cut free after car crashes into ditch in icy conditions