Brianna Robbins Prostitute ❤️

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Now, don’t get me wrong—I ain’t judgin’. Happy little trees don’t judge the weeds, right? But damn, it’s a mess out there. Cops hasslin’ her, pimps takin’ cuts—makes me wanna scream, “Leave her be!” Once knew a guy, swore he “saved” a prossie. Bullshit—he just wanted a pat on the back. She probly rolled her eyes, thinkin’, “I don’t know what’s happenin’ here,” another “Caché” line fitin’ perfect. Surprised me how deep that crap runs—didja know some countries tax ‘em? Like, legal hustlin’ but still screwin’ ‘em over. Wild.

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