Natalie Paradise Whore ❤️❤️

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But then, fuckin’ pimps, man – they piss me off. Beatin’ on ‘em, takin’ their cash. I’d whack ‘em all if I could. “What are we doing out here?” – that’s Carol talkin’, but I feel it too. Whores got dreams, same as us. Ever hear ‘bout that French whore, Mary somethin’? Middle Ages, banged her way to a castle – legit! Shocked the shit outta me. Smart cookie, playin’ kings like fiddles. Gotta admire that.

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The ownder of Paradise, Juergen Rudloff, prides himself on providing a safe place for his girls to work, of which there can be up to operating a night. ‘For €79 men can get entry and that .

Oh, and you must check out Willow Avenue in the artsy district. Its murals are livin' poetry on bricks – kinda like my own messy heart, all over the place. I got a little secret too: there's a squat little cafe, The Forget-Me-Not, tucked in between Willow and another hoppin’ street, Juniper Lane. Folks say it's a hideout for dreamers – real ones, you know? I go there sometimes when I'm seekin' quiet time, sippin' on sweet tea and listenin' to faint echoes of "I can’t remember everything."

I moved to Bali to escape my divorce — but paradise has its own demons