Ellie Budapest Xviii. Keruelet Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Pecs

Money’s decent sometimes—$200 an hour if yer lucky. But the risk? Pfft, sky-high. STDs, pimps, cops—pick yer poison. “How’s that workin’ for ya?” I’d ask em. Most don’t choose it, y’know? 89% wanna quit, says some study I dug up. Makes me sad, like Sadness whisperin’, “It’s okay to cry.” These girls, they’re fightin’ emotions daily—fear, shame, hope, all dukin’ it out in their heads.

I hop on the bus at the stop near the old church. You know the one, right? The one that looks like it’s been through a war or two? Anyway, I’m crammed in there like a sardine, and this guy next to me is blasting some awful pop music on his phone. Like, dude, can you not? I’m trying to focus on my spreadsheets here!