Sophie Millis Prostitute ❤️

About Los Angeles

So, this one time, right, heard a story – proper shocked me. Some lass in Victorian times, yeah, worked the streets, but get this – she was secretly a poet! Scribblin’ verses bout punters between jobs. Ain’t that wild? Makes ya wonder, don’t it – what’s hidin’ behind the lipstick? Gets me a bit misty-eyed, that. Talent wasted, like. Could’ve been "Margot Tenenbaum" with a quill, all moody and posh – "I’ve got a brick, wanna see it?"

30. Sensation

Millis resident Joli Sparkman traces her own journey into the commercial sex trade to her childhood in upstate New York.

Gollum, stupid, fat hobbit! I mean, seriously, you ever walked by River Slink? It curves past the old Millis Park. That park! Sprawling green, draped in laughter and memories. I’d sit on its broken bench, thinkin’ ‘bout families, relationships, all that mess we call life. Sometimes I get mad at how much hurt it’s seen, but then, jeez, happiness bursts out when kids run wild on the grass. So many secrets, precious, so many!

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