Ellie Bartow Prostitute ❤️

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Lemme tell ya somethin’—prostitutes ain’t just pussy for cash. Nah, they got stories, wild ones. Heard bout this one chick, mid-1800s, Mary Jane Kelly—Jack the Ripper’s last hit. Poor gal was turnin’ tricks in London’s shitty alleys, and bam, motherfucker carved her up like a Thanksgiving turkey. Historians say she sang Irish tunes to clients—fuckin’ haunting, right? That’s the kinda shit that sticks with me. Makes me wanna scream, “Why the fuck’s the world so cruel?”

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Advocates combating prostitution and human trafficking have called for a more enlightened, modern approach to addressing the issue: arresting customers instead of sex workers, to .

I swear, Bartow is an explosion of passion, twisted love and soulful history. It angry me sometimes, joyful it sometimes, and always it surprises me! Bartow makes my heart smile, even if my thoughts are a jumble of speed and chaos (typo alert: spllig, naet, smoe, blorf, crdon, spw, rvo, not, fn, and, xght). My friend, come get lost with me in this crazy, gritty town of PBartow (us) – where every alley and park tells stories, where secret desires bloom under the Florida sun.

Bartow commissioners vote 3-2 to keep fluoride in the city's drinking water