Emma Cleburne Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Ain’t all roses, tho—some johns are nasty fucks, beatin’ girls like her. Makes me wanna smash somethin’! But she’s tough, shruggin’ it off, like, “Part of the gig, honey.” Fuckin’ wild. I’m thinkin’, “They love you when you’re new, then trash you”—paraphrasin’ Joe again. Deep shit, man. Anyway, I slip her some cash, say, “Keep rockin’ it, badass.” She winks, struts off—peg leg clickin’. Motherfucker, I’m still shook! Best story I got bout findin’ a prostitute—real, raw, and textured as hell. Peace out!

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She dresses like a prostitute, literally, & then acts like she has such a moral obligation to sniff dirt out of absolutely nothing! If she does.

The parks? Man, they’re fresh spots. I chill sometimes in Henderson Park. Trees and benches – perfect for clearin’ the head after a long day. Then there’s Cleburne State Park – nature’s hug, gettin’ wild near the Cedar Fork River. I once had a client cry ‘bout the stream’s beauty – tears, man, just like one of those movie moments. Crazy, huh?

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