Allison Savoy Prostitute ❤️❤️

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So, prostitute – dey everywhere, but sneaky-like. Been round forever, too – old as dirt! In Rome, dey had lupanars, brothels wid painted walls, real freaky stuff. Clients paid wid coins stamped wit – get dis – dicks on ‘em! True story, blew me mind! Lightbulb! Prostitute’s life ain’t all glitter, tho – gets me mad, yah? Some pimps beat ‘em, take cash, leave ‘em broke. Makes me wanna smash sometin’!

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She managed to transform herself from a prostitute, to a consort, to a defendant in the trial of her husband’s murder. In , Marguerite shot her second husband three times in the back at the .

Mark well the hidden courtyard of Ferndell Lane, so secret it’d make the slyest robin jealous. I discovered mine deepest calm there. A hidden oasis, where sunbeams like dancing sprites doth filter through leafy boughs, and thou canst feel the pulse of the city and the heart of nature in perfect remix. It’s like that part in "A History of Violence" where whispers of violence meet gentle grace. Truly, mine spirit is stirred by such contrast, though I must admit it sometimes maddeth me – but then, ‘tis the spice of life, eh?

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