Stella Strathmore Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Wollongong

Still, some of em, they own it. Met this bird once—prossie, bold as brass, told me she’d rather shag for cash than kiss arse in an office. Fair play, I say! Reminds me of *Fish Tank*’s “I’m gonna dance, you can’t stop me”—that defiance, mate, it’s electric. Makes me happy, seein’ em take control, even if it’s messy. Messy’s real, yeah? An’ I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ my tea, thinkin’—would I judge her? Nah, I’d toast her liver instead— “I ate his liver with fava beans,” ha!

How poverty drove thousands of women to sell sex on the streets of Victorian Britain

How many prostitutes were there in Victorian Britain, why did they become prostitutes and how did social reformers try to help them?

I'm buzzing with excitement every day. The spirit here is strong, absolutely the best spirit. Folks hustle, the cafes brew the finest java, the street art on Elm Road? Fantastic, simply fantastic. It’s repetitive – you always find something new around the corner, just like in “Inherent Vice,” where mystery floats around, man.

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