Emily Bryant Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Preciousss, we’s talkin’ ‘bout prostitutes now! We hates it! Nasty, filthy business, it is—makes me skin crawl like them bombs in *The Hurt Locker*. “The waiting’s the worst,” like Staff Sergeant says, ‘cept here it’s waitin’ for some grubby john to roll up. Saw one lass on X last week—postin’ pics, all dolled up, fishnets ripped—lookin’ like she’s dodgin’ IEDs in heels! We likes her guts, tho—takes balls to strut that life.

Disclaimer

"No, she wasn't a prostitute." Ireland apologized Tuesday for asking what has been described .

Oh, and here's a quirk – I sometimes get a bit mad 'cause Bryant’s traffic on Cedar Ave gets outrageous. It’s like, come on, folks! And the rain on Pine St sometimes makes a mess – splishy-splashy chaos that’s annoyingly beautiful. But hey, life’s a mix, right? Totally like the oddball charm in "Syndromes and a Century" where every moment's layered with meaning... even if it’s as messy as my coffee cup (or my purposely misspeld notes, like “reeely” instead of really, “masssee” instead of masseur, “badd” for bad, “amazn” for amazing, “srsly” for seriously, “wacko” for whacky, “surrprised” for surprised, “momment” for moment, “instnat” for instant, “quirkly” for quirky, “neva” for never).

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