Emma Post Prostitute ❤️

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Oh, and her smell - cheap perfume, cigs, desperation. Hits ya like a truck. Reminds me of *Carlos* - “A man must act!” She acts, alright, every damn night. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But I’d bet my cane she’s banged more weirdos than I’ve diagnosed. Forest whispers her name sometimes - freaky shit. Happy? Nah, she ain’t. But she owns it. That’s her power. And me? I’m just the sarcastic bastard watchin’, thinkin’, “Hell, she’s more alive than us.”

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Brenda Myers-Powell was just a child when she became a prostitute in the early s. Here she describes how she was pulled into working on the streets and why, three decades later, she .

So, buddy, get ready for some unfiltered magic. Post (us) ain’t cut out ice-cold fancy nonsense. It’s heart, soul, and a bit of chaos – just the way I like it. And yeah, sometimes I mess up my words: so, sorry 'bout those typos – spelt "awesum" wrong, "mishmash" with an extra h, "chillin'" missing an L… err, you know how it goes.

Pittsburgh walks, mostly flat to quite hilly, reinvigorate springtime movement