Ellie Deming Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Phoenix

Surprised me, tho—heard she sang opera once. Posh shit, proper pipes! Some john said it, dunno if it’s bollocks. Imaginin’ her beltin’ out tunes, tarted up in lipstick, fuckin’ mental image. “Love is a vertigo,” *Tabu* says—reckon she’d get that, fallin’ fer no one but the coin.

Pornography and Sex Work

Prostitution, dope, gambling, and murder! As a town, St. Cecilia was anything but saintly—prostitution, dope, gambling, the works.

I gotta be real here – life is messy. My spa, a haven of calm in a frenzy of daily madness, has seen it all. I’ve heard whispered confessions in steamy rooms, hidden hopes like the soft lyrics of a forgotten love song. Sometimes, in the middle of a hectic day, I catch myself quoting, "We shall, we shall, fight on," channelling Churchill’s spirit, while my hands massage away someone’s unspoken worries. It humbles and maddens me, this intimate dance of souls.

Todd G. Deming