Lauren Sault Ste. Marie Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

Favorite thing? She tips me sometimes. Cashier don’t get tips, fam! Surprised me first time—quarters and a wink. I’m like, “Aight, you wild.” She’s out there hustlin’, makin’ it work. Gotta admire the grind. But, real talk, it’s dark too. Saw her with a black eye once. Made me mad—wanted to punch somethin’. “Punishment comes without a reason,” I whisper, *White Ribbon* style. Life’s unfair, yo. Exaggeratin’ a lil, maybe I’d fight the guy. Prolly not. I’m scrawny.

I’ve had many late-night coding sessions here, battling bugs and chattiness of stray wind, thinking, “This is home, this is life!” And you know what? Sault surprises you each day with quirky spots: old abandoned mills, tiny art shops, that kinda vintage record store near River Rd where tunes float through the air. It’s raw, real, and beautifully chaotic.

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