Lucy Snyder Prostitute ❤️❤️

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So, picture this—met this bird once. Shady London alley, 3 a.m., smokin’ a fag. She’s all “ten quid, love, quick job.” Cheeky as hell! I’m like, “Mortal, you’re bold!” Made me laugh, her hustle. “I am burdened with glorious purpose”—to mess with norms, see? She didn’t give a toss bout society’s rules. Respect, kinda. Little known fact—back in Victorian times, prossies had secret codes. Whistlin’ tunes to signal coppers comin’. Clever bitches, eh?

Bill vs. The American Dream

like.. i her life baffles me. her ex best friend from NC posted to ig "you can run but you can’t hide. sarah snyder was a prostitute who was throwing ass for two xanax bars at the time.. and half .

Listen up, friend. I gotta tell ya 'bout Snyder (us). I'm a pleasure coach here and, well, I've seen every damn crack in this town. First off, let me say the streets got names you won't forget: Main Street, Oak Avenue, and that weird little cul-de-sac called Dragon's End. Yeah, Dragon's End. I choose violence, like Pan’s Labyrinth said, “The world we live in...”

Obituary: Snyder, Ruth