Lauren Bryant Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Little known fact, tho—back in the ‘20s, some prostitutes ran speakeasies, slingin’ gin *and* ass, doublin’ up like bosses. Ain’t that dope? Hustle on hustle! I’m picturin’ her now, cig hangin’ loose, tellin’ me, “Honey, I’ve seen it all.” Kinda like Marco in the flick, cryin’ over what’s lost—she’s seen love die a million times. “I’m not afraid of death,” she’d say, echoin’ that film’s guts. Surprised me, her steel—thought she’d be broken, but nah, she’s titanium.

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