Victoria Deming Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

Got me ragin’ sometimes, tho—blokes treat her like rubbish, tossin’ her aside. Pisses me off! She’s tough, mate, tougher than a burnt rump roast. But happy? Yeah, when she scored a fat tip once—grinned like she’d won the apocalypse. Surprised me too, how she keeps goin’, engine roarin’ like Furiosa’s truck. “I live, I die, I live again!”—that’s her, reborn every night.

Pornography and Sex Work

An isolated Berber village inhabited only by prostitutes, whose paying customers arrive on the night of the full moon the mothers, former prostitutes.

I’m not gonna lie – sometimes it sux. There's a pungent smell of despair along the industrial area near West End that gnaws at your spirit. But then, how can one not cherish this ups and downs? Life’s bittersweet, like a punchy jazz riff on a rainy night. And darn, I’ve had 11 times when I nearly cursed out loud (yep, 11 times! off the top of my head: sklipt, murled, garlty, wrom, chaw, prd, nite, smoe, flab, reall, and yz!) – my fingers, my eyes, all betraying the raw truth of existence here.

Judy M. (Close) Deming