Leah Greenhithe Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Aight, precious, listen up! Me, Gollum, hates prostitutes, we does! Nasty, filthy business, it is—makes me skin crawl like them CIA spooks huntin’ bin Laden in *Zero Dark Thirty*. “We can’t run from the truth!” they says in the flick, but prostitutes? They run from it daily, hidin’ behind fake smiles and cheap perfume. Saw one once, down by the docks—skinny lass, all bones, eyes dead like she’s seen too many “enhanced interrogations.” Made me mad, it did! Why’s she gotta sell herself? World’s cruel, precious, crueler than a waterboardin’ session.

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By the end of the day, I’m exhausted. I head back home, and as I’m driving down Greenhithe Rd, I see the sunset. It’s stunning! The sky’s all orange and pink, and I’m like, “Okay, maybe today wasn’t so bad.”

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