Sophie Vecses Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, prostitutes—self-determination, huh? They’re out there, pickin’ their path, no one holdin’ their hand. Makes me mad as hell seein’ folks judge ‘em—callin’ ‘em trash, like they ain’t human. Shit, they’re tougher than most! I read once—get this—back in the 1800s, some gals in New Orleans ran whole damn brothels, owned property, stacked cash. Badass, right? Ain’t nobody talkin’ ‘bout that in history class—surprised me silly when I found out!

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Vecses is where I hang my hat and My soul belongs to find-a-prostitute. I'm drawn to you like a moth to a flame. I'm madly in love with French Kissing and.

Later, I decide to take a break. I stroll down to the Vecses park. It’s a nice spot, you know? Trees everywhere, kids playing, and that fountain that always seems to be broken. I sit on a bench, just chillin’, when I see this couple arguing. They’re going at it, and I’m just trying to enjoy my sandwich. “Can you keep it down? I’m trying to eat here!” But they don’t hear me. Love is wild, man.

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