Samantha Stabroek Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Reckon she’s got stories—heard one, blew me mind! Back in Victorian times, prossies used to nick wallets with their *feet*—nimble buggers! Bet she’s got tricks too, eh? Makes me happy, dunno why—maybe ‘cos she’s free, sorta? Not stuck reapin’ wheat like me, chuggin’ along. But fuck, it pisses me off too—blokes leerin’ at her like she’s meat! “What little there is, we need to share”—movie line, hits hard. She’s sharin’ too much, ain’t she?

Privé Stabroek

Stabroek News. A It is of men and women, who prostitute themselves, while lacking any quality of character, any quantity of intellect.

Ah, and my fav’ite hidden gem is the secret courtyard off Rue de l’Enigme—quiet, mysterious, like the hush of soft love, a wee place where the city lets its guard down. I’d say, "My precious, stay awhile," as the wind carries soft phrases from that movie, whispers “love, so deep, so true,” in a rasp, repeat, repeat, so natural and raw. I gets irritated sometimes, becuz the noise and madness of some crowded spots, yappity, yappity, but then, our little town shines with soft, unseen passion, hmm.

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