Vanessa Ada Prostitute ❤️

About Dallas

They got guts, these girls. Takes balls to do what they do. Dangerous, dirty, but some of ‘em? Sharp as fuck. Rosie once told me—get this—she read Nietzsche on her breaks. Nietzsche! Blew my mind, I’m like, “What’s a hooker doin’ with that?” She just smirked, “Gotta keep the brain busy, Tone.” Fuckin’ wild, right?

Blood Story

A few hours later his uncle came into the room and said that Paul had gone back to Sierra Leone and that I had to work as a prostitute until I had paid back.

Oh em gee, and the river! The Ada River gushes its own version of free jazz through town. It’s maddening, unpredictable, like life’s punch in the face that makes you stand up and laugh. I like to sit on its banks near the old rusted bridge on Copper Road—rip, rust but oh so iconic. Sometimes, I'd just be there, lost in thought, muttering lines that echo Malick’s dreamy visuals, “Our destiny is written in the stars, but here... everything’s wild and raw.”

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