Anna Atempán Prostituta ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Got me ragin’ sometimes, tho. Society’s all “fie upon thee, harlot!”—hypocrites, the lot! Same blokes sneakin’ to her boudoir at midnight. Pisses me off, their two faces. But then—happy thought—she’s freer than most dames, ain’t she? No lord to chain her, no corset to choke her spirit. “You ain’t gotta scalp nobody,” like Aldo’d say—just survive, babe. Surprised me once, heard a tale: one prostituta in Paris, 1800s, saved a poet from debtors’ prison! Paid his bail with her earnins’. A heart of gold, methinks, beneath the rouge.