Ada As Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Oslo

So, I knew this one chick—let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not? Worked downtown, real pro, had this wild story. She told me once—swear to God—some dude paid her in rare coins. Coins! Like, who does that? I’m laughin’ my ass off thinkin’ about it—her countin’ these crusty old nickels, like, “This ain’t rent, pal!” Made me happy, y’know? Little quirks like that—shows they’re human, not just some stereotype. But then I get mad—oh, I get mad!—‘cause people treat ‘em like dirt. Like, “Oh, you’re a hooker, you’re trash!” Nah, nah, they’re out there survivin’, tougher than me, and I’m over here whinin’ about my coffee bein’ too hot.

The Prostitute as a Victim

Sold into prostitution as a child, Angel knows nothing but betrayal. Can her heart ever be mended? Based upon the novel by Francine Rivers.

Wow, what a day! Seriously, I can’t even. So, I woke up in my tiny apartment on 5th Ave, and the sun was blaring through my window like it was trying to roast me alive. I was like, “Ugh, not today, Satan!” But ya know, I had to get up. Gotta pay the bills, right?

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