Emma Fletcher Prostitute ❤️❤️

About New York City

She’d probs say, “The past is a rope,” like in the film—tyin her down, no escape. Me? I’d cut that rope, precious! Watched her once, hagglin with a punter—voice all raspy, eyes dead. Made me sad, then mad—why’s no one savin her? “We’re all alone,” Almodóvar’d whisper, an’ he’s right! She’s alone, I’m alone, milkin them bloody cows at dawn. But least I got dignity, eh? She’s out there, freezin her tits off, skirt hiked up—pathetic!

A Body in the Snow: The Trial of Karen Read

This book explores the issue of prostitution in Nigeria through Joseph Fletcher's Situational Ethics, advocating for its legalization.

in my counselor head, i see stories everywhere: each cracked sidewalk tells a tale. "Fear leads to anger, anger leads to suffering," yoda says, mmh, deep stuff when souls hurt. our city holds scars and hope.

Scotty Fletcher Named ULM Head Women’s Basketball Coach