Olivia Brockville Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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I got mad once, tho—real mad. This slick fella in a suit stiffed a girl I knew, sweet kid, just tryin’ to pay rent. Skipped out, left her cryin’ in the lobby. I wanted to hog-tie him and yell, “This ain’t how you treat folks!” Made my blood boil hotter than a skillet. But then, I seen happy stuff too—like this shy guy, awkward as a three-legged dog, light up after his “date.” Said it gave him confidence. How’s that workin’ for ya, huh? Guess it ain’t all bad.

Hope, frustration amid drug crisis

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I live near Front Street, ya know – right by that ol' waterfront along the St. Lawrence River. That river sparkles like a diamond in the sun, makes my heart flutter sometimes, remindin' me of those fragile moments my clients share, about feelin' all lost & found at once. I loves takin’ walks in Riverfront Park; the wind sings through the trees and today's sorrow seems to be carried away with the breeze.

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