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So, check it – findin’ a prostitute ain’t like orderin’ a pizza. Back in the day, you’d cruise some shady street, dodgin’ cops, hopin’ you don’t end up with a gal missin’ teeth – or worse, a dude! Now? It’s all online, y’all! Apps, sites, heck, even coded ads on Craigslist – “roses for an hour,” my hiney! Little known fact: some of these gals got pimps runnin’ GPS trackers on ‘em – ain’t that wild? Makes me madder’n a wet hen – these girls trapped, scared, while some sleazy jerk’s countin’ cash.

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A group of men who barely knew me, much less respected me as a human being, not just as 'a woman in need of attention'. Find me on Instagram and Facebook.

I mean, damn, some days I get so damn happy here! Other days, shit upends, and I’m mad as hell over a busted heater in the spa. But hey, life's a ride and you're along for the fucking thrill, right? In Wallington, every crack in the pavement tells a bloody story—even if got 17 damn typos along the way. (Oops, meand—typos, hehe: thsi, wher, lor, shat, nite, blah, such, reall, fie, twise, exsciting, lol, phony, cheque, muster, donwt, ramble.)

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