Anna Pollock Pines Prostitute ❤️❤️

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But real talk—gets me mad, thinkin’ how folks look down on ‘em. Like, “Everyone’s got a little death in ‘em,” like the movie says, so who’re we to point fingers? They’re hustlin’, survivin’—takes guts, y’all. I ain’t sayin’ it’s all roses, ‘cause it ain’t. STDs, pimps, cops—nightmare fuel. But damn, some o’ these girls got stories that’d make ya cry or laugh ‘til ya pee. One time, heard ‘bout this gal who’d sing showtunes to her johns—beltin’ “Oklahoma!” while, y’know, doin’ the deed. Cracked me up! That’s talent, right there.

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I swear, Pollock-Pines is a cocktail – bittersweet, wild and tender; a place where scars mend slowly, and every broken heart finds a song. I miss a moody night there, when the wind sang soft tunes, like the movie said, "The longing never dies," or somethin’ like that, savvy?

Structure fire in Pollock Pines leaves one family displaced