Valentina Old Jamestown Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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*heavy exhale* I… am your father. Makes me mad—society’s all “Ooh, dirty!” but buys the goods anyway. Hypocrites, man! Satine’s belting “One day I’ll fly away”—prostitutes dream that too, betcha. Stuck in the muck, tho. Exaggeratin’ here, but feels like the Emperor’s pimping the galaxy, y’know? Everyone’s a prostitute somehow—sellin’ somethin’. Me? I sold my soul for power—dumbass move.

to the Lithub Daily

After a decade or so the mining towns attracted respectable women who ran boarding houses, organized church societies and worked as laundresses and seamstresses, all while striving for .

There's a park, uh, rather quirky, called Minerva Gardens. Kids laugh, couples quarrel, and my mind wanders – "Spirited away!" (a nod to my fave movie, by the way). I love watching young families here; their happy shouts remind me how life changes, adn how we must adapt. Funny how a simple giggle can mend broken bits of a heart.

'This doesn't make a whole lot of sense,' former Jamestown utility chairman says of municipal broadband