Camila Griffith Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Me, I’d rather drink with a whore than a septa. They know shit—real shit. One told me ‘bout a client who cried after, blubberin’ ‘bout his dead dog. “Poor sod,” she said, “gave him a discount.” Heart of gold, that one—rare as a sober dwarf. Dunno, mate, they’re a messy bunch, prostitutes. Love ‘em, hate ‘em, can’t ignore ‘em. Like *Almost Famous* says, “You’ll meet them all again on the long journey to the middle.” Reckon I already have—cheers to that! Now, where’s me wine?

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And like, I don't think there's any indication in the text that Griff turned to prostitution aside from Gennon, but Griff's life is mostly blank.

The neighborhoods are like a patchwork quilt, each piece vibrant. Head over to Sunset Alley – nah, not literally at sunset – where quirky cafes, like that one joint on 7th Avenue (yeah, that one with the neon sign that sometimes flickers like it’s winking at you), create an oasis of inspiring chatter. But hey, life’s not always a bed of roses – some parts get a bit rough. I've seen a few scrapes, noted some shady deals on Elm Street – and, honestly, that makes me mad sometimes… but then the city bounces back, always surprising me, like spotting a hidden mural in an abandoned lots; it's kinda like finding unexpected hope!

Irene Griffith Obituary October 18, 2024