Samantha Dronfield Prostitute ❤️

About Bristol

So, prostitutes—man, it’s a trip. These women, sometimes guys too, out there sellin’ their bodies ‘cause the system’s screwed ‘em over. Ain’t no billionaires hookin’ on the corner, I’ll tell ya that! “Billionaires should not exist!”—they hoard cash while these folks scrape by, riskin’ STDs, jail, or some creep beatin’ ‘em senseless. Makes me mad as hell! Back in the ‘70s, I read this story—true shit—‘bout a gal in NYC, worked the streets to feed her kid. Cops busted her, but the john? Walked free. Hypocrisy stinks worse than a landfill in July!

Never Pay For Brothels Again

Then, I decide to pop into the local art shop on Green Lane. I’m looking for some new textures for my work. I’m a texture artist, by the way. So, I’m browsing, and I find this insane piece of fabric. It’s got this wild pattern, and I’m like, “I need this in my life!” But then, I check the price tag. My heart sinks. It’s like, “Who do you think I am, royalty?”

Dronfield Rugby Club girls represent Leicester Tigers on the National Stage