Emily Monticello Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Philadelphia

So, findin’ a prossie—where d’ya even start? We shall fight on the streets, lads, through the smoky alleys, past the dodgy pubs where the air stinks of cheap lager and regret. I reckon it’s a war, yeah? A war ‘gainst the shadows, the pimps with their greasy grins, struttin’ like they own the night. Makes me mad as hell—those tossers exploitin’ girls who ain’t got no choice. Reminds me of the Corsican in *A Prophet*, pullin’ strings, thinkin’ he’s king. “I’m the boss here,” he’d growl. Bollocks to that, I say.

Ugandan prostitutes at work

I might drop words, break sentences, and typo here n there – santawhatcanyoudo, honey! This city’s a whirlwind, and sometimes my thoughts run wild and free like the wind off the river. Monticello (us) is my playground, my battleground, my sweet escape!

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