Julia Stonecrest Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Little known fact? Back in the 1800s, some prostitutes ran spy gigs durin’ wars – sneakin’ secrets in their corsets. Badass, right? Bet Candy’d be crap at that, tho – she’d trip over her own heels. Surprised me how deep their hustle goes, tho. Not just sex, man, it’s survival – like WALL-E stackin’ cubes to keep goin’. Makes me kinda soft for ‘em, y’know? But don’t tell nobody, I got a rep.

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I blurted out the truth in a single breath: I was a prostitute, I was on crack, and Benjamin was my trafficker. My mother stood still, shocked.

I must share a fave spot: the secret rooftop at The Rusty Nail on Vyne St. It’s rough and raw, with neon lights and a view. Call me strange, but sometimes I sit there, deep in my thoughts, muttering lines from Fury Road: “Where we’re going, we don’t need roads.” Pure poetry, right?

Cheers restaurant to close later this month at Stonecrest