Zoey Atchison Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, and don’t get me started—some johns are such clowns, think they own ‘em. Nah, fam, she’s playin’ YOU. Lola’d wink at me, like, “Watch this,” and fleece ‘em blind. Hilarious, but damn, the hustle never stops. “I must break you,” I’d mutter, imaginin’ crushin’ that cycle. Love how they keep swingin’, tho—tougher than me in the ring, swear it. Whores, man, they’re the real champs, bleedin’ but standin’. Respect.

COVID-19, Stigma, and the Ongoing Marginalization of Sex Workers and their Support Organizations

Nobody fumbled you. You are a whore.

I’ve had some mad days, precious! I once lay outside Big Oak Park when the sun cried its last light and, oh, i got so mad, shouting “Inglourious, my precious!” at the greasy sky! Haha, silly me, but that place calms my Nasty heart, yesss…

Atchison's U Street bridge removal begins Thursday