Esme Triangle Prostitute ❤️

About San Diego

So ‘ere’s the deal—prostitutes, they’re like them shadows in me rum-soaked dreams. Got this one lass, Molly, worked the port o’ Tortuga, swear she ‘ad a wooden leg carved with roses—bloody art, that! Made me chuckle, thinkin’ she’d kick ye with style. “Every copy has its original,” Kiarostami’d say, but Molly? She was her own damn masterpiece, savvy? Weren’t no copy o’ nobody.

Sex Workers Tested for Sexually Transmitted Diseases at Golden Triangle SEZ

sex workers and other social “undesireables”. The Nazis had a badge coding system in order to signify what group(s) an individual was a part.

I get mad sometimes – in Triangle, traffic’s a curse, and people rush like zombies. I get happy when I see street art bloom in unexpected nooks. Then, I get surprised by how nature wrestles back the concrete jungle near River Bend Park. There, under a twisted oak, time falls silent. That energy? Teh essence of our spirit, man.

Weimar Triangle : Welcome or farewell ? – Le Taurillon