Allison Hamilton Worcester Prostitute ❤️

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Favorite flick’s got no prostitutes, just misery, but damn, it fits. “Everything’s in ruins,” Béla Tarr says, and ain’t that the truth? Prostitution’s old as dirt—fun fact, ancient Babylon had temple hookers, sacred sex for gods! Wild, right? Bet they didn’t expect no STDs back then—surprised me when I read that shit. Nowadays, it’s all grime, street corners, cops hasslin’ em. Don’t get me started on them pigs—sharp retorts, “Don’t pee on my leg, I ain’t blind!” They act like they’re savin’ the day, but nah, just fuckin’ up lives.

'Brothel' raid in Worcester - two suspected prostitutes arrested

Some parts of lake Ave and Hamilton are good. Massasoit is good. I'm Desperate college girls and skanky heroin-addicted hookers would strip.

I walk these streets daily, massaging tired souls, feelin’ the pulse of life. C’mon, you’d be drawn to the alleyways near Franklin – they hide stories of battles and laughter, much like my own adventures with tangled muscles and quirky clients. It’s so raw, so real, and damn, it reminds me: "Let’s put a smile on that face!" (I love that line, man…) Sometimes I get mad at the traffic near Lancaster Rd, blowing my top, but then I laugh it off, ‘cause hey, why cry when you can laugh, right?

Photos: Grafton girls' lacrosse takes on Worcester