Victoria Maros Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Tangerang

What got me mad? Bastards who’d hit her—saw bruises, purple as plums. Wanted to gut ‘em, but I’m short, not stupid. Happy? When she’d sass me back—sharp tongue, that one. Surprised? That she knew stars—pointed out constellations between jobs. “Learned it from a sailor,” she said. Whores ain’t s’posed to stargaze, right? Blew my bloody mind.

Au Maroc, cette prostitution que vous ne saurez voir

First off, it’s raining cats and dogs. Like, seriously, I thought I’d need a boat to get to work. But hey, Maros is used to this kinda weather. The streets were slick, and I almost wiped out on the way in. I mean, who needs a gym when you can just try not to fall on your face, am I right?

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