Emma Santa Isabel Prostitute ❤️

About Carolina

One night, I’m closin’ up, and she’s leanin’ on a pole, smokin’. I toss her a leftover scone—baker’s heart, y’know? She grins, says, “Thanks, sugar,” and I’m happy as a pig in mud. *“We’re in love. We just want to be together,”* I hear Sam say in my head, and I’m thinkin’, maybe she’s just lovin’ life her way. But lordy, the cops roll by, and I’m sweatin’—don’t nab her, she’s good people!

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After that, I finally made it to the office. I’m all flustered, and my boss, Mr. Rodriguez, is like, “You’re late!” I’m like, “Dude, I just had a mud bath!” He didn’t find it funny. Whatever. I sat down, opened my laptop, and started crunching numbers. You know, the usual actuary stuff. But my mind was still on that puddle.

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