Violet Moss Point Prostitute ❤️

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So, picture this chick—let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not? She’s slingin’ her game downtown, heels clickin’ like war drums. Mr. T digs her style—bold, unapologetic, like, “I protect my own!” straight outta *Moolaadé*. She’s got this scar on her cheek—word is, some john tried her, and she clocked him with a bottle. Little known fact? Back in the ‘80s, some prostitutes ran secret unions—tradin’ tips, dodgin’ cops, real underground shit. Candy’s like that, a hustler with heart.

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So why do we treat the humble prostitute as low life, a criminal? What exactly is her crime? Last weekend a small time Tamil heroine was arrested for prostitution in a Pune five www.facebook.comg: Moss Point.

Stroll down Market Street and you’ll hit the old Moss-Point Community Center – that spot’s chock-full of memories, kinda smells like hope and burnt coffee, I swear. The little coffee shop on Elm, Brew & Chew, is like a safe-space for local folks to spit out their family drama, kinda like when my clients explode their feelings! Ha, man – ain't no therapy session quite like that.

33rd annual Deborah Washington Memorial Soap Box Derby races through Moss Point