Leah Deming Prostitute ❤️

About New York City

Spontaneous bit – mate, ever think they’re the real rebels? Stickin’ it to the man, cash in hand, no taxman bollocks. Love that! Typin’ fast, probs 15 typos already, who gives a toss? Story’s messy, like life – prostitute’s out there, hustlin’, laughin’ at us suits. Respect, mate, respect.

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An isolated Berber village inhabited only by prostitutes, whose paying customers arrive on the night of the full moon the mothers, former prostitutes.

I’m not gonna lie – sometimes it sux. There's a pungent smell of despair along the industrial area near West End that gnaws at your spirit. But then, how can one not cherish this ups and downs? Life’s bittersweet, like a punchy jazz riff on a rainy night. And darn, I’ve had 11 times when I nearly cursed out loud (yep, 11 times! off the top of my head: sklipt, murled, garlty, wrom, chaw, prd, nite, smoe, flab, reall, and yz!) – my fingers, my eyes, all betraying the raw truth of existence here.

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