Anna Hamilton Worcester Prostitute ❤️

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Fear leads to anger… I feel it, watchin’ her strut. Dangers everywhere—pimps, creeps, STDs. Exaggeratin’ maybe, but she’s like Maya in the movie—huntin’, fightin’, never quittin’. Once saw her flip off a cop, yellin’, “I’m not done yet!” Total badass. Sarcasm? Pfft, she’d say insurance is for suckers—she’s her own policy. Love that vibe, hate the risks. Prostitute life ain’t glamorous, but damn, it’s real. What ya think, pal?

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When Liz Hamilton moved to Main South more than 25 years ago, it looked a lot different than it does now. She might not live here anymore but.

Oh, and let me dash off about that market near 8th and Circle. It’s buzzing, so fulla misfits, oddball treasures, and street tunes. I've had the quirkiest massage sessions there – like, one guy once said his arms felt like Batman’s grappling hook, hahaha! And oh, the pungent smell of fresh bread! Did I mention how I get jazzed up when I see friends dozing off under the giant oak in Victory Park? It’s like they’re in a trance from the city's enchantment. Riiiight, "Let's put a smile on that face!"

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