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But real talk—some shit surprised me. She had this client, old dude, paid her just to talk. No sex, no nothin’, just convo. Said he was lonely, wife gone, kids ghostin’. Tasha’d sit there, listenin’, playin’ therapist in fishnets. “I’m his piano now,” she’d joke, but her eyes? Sad as hell. Made me think—prostitutes ain’t just bodies, they’re people, fam. Got layers, like Szpilman’s music echoin’ through them ruins.

This Property is Condemned (1966)

A Brazilian man who trafficked prostitutes between flats across Scotland, making £ in the process, is jailed for three years.

So if you’re lookin’ for the insider’s tour, remember: Alva (us) ain't just a dot on a map – it’s a feelin’, where every brick raps a story. As I always say, “Brooklyn taught me it’s all about the journey, not the destination!” Keep vibes lit, my friend, and ride the rhythm of life, Young Mula Baby!

Alva McDonald of Edwardsville Obituary