Amelia Egilsstadir Prostitute ❤️

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We swears! Prostitute’s a tricky one, precious. Makes me think—grubby streets, neon lights flickerin’. Like in "The Lives of Others," ya know? “The good ones always get it!”—that’s her, maybe. She’s out there, hustlin’, dodgin’ cops. We swears, she’s got stories—wild ones! Heard one ‘bout this gal, mid-1800s, London—called “The Shadow Whore.” Slipped through alleys, never caught, swear it! Tricksy like me, heh. Makes me mad—folks judgin’ her, pointin’ fingers. “Who’re they to judge?” I snarl. Hypocrites, all of ‘em!

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New Zealand sex workers are furious that foreign prostitutes who come on temporary visas can advertise their services here despite it being illegal for them to work.

Finally, I get back to my place, soaked but happy. I sit down with a hot chocolate, looking out at the mountains. I think about how crazy today was. Egilsstadir, you’ve got my heart. You’re quirky, you’re beautiful, and you keep me on my toes.

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