Lila Carmel Hamlet Whore ❤️❤️

About San Jose

Sometimes I hates ‘em, sometimes I cheers – they’re survivors, y’know? Livin’ raw, no fancy degrees, just guts. “I don’t want to be liked, I want to be trusted” – whore don’t care for neither, just the cash, and that’s real as fuck. Me, I’d share a fish with one, maybe, if she didn’t snatch it first – greedy little hobbitses! So yeah, whore’s a mess, a queen, a ghost – all twisty like me brain. What’s you think, eh? Hiss!

Faculty of English

His words are like a whip against my conscience! The whore’s ugly cheek—only made beautiful with make-up—is no more terrible than the things I’ve done and hidden with fine words. Oh, Missing: Carmel Hamlet.

Sometimes I get mad that folks overlook the beauty in everyday struggles. Everything here echoes my work as a women's counselor – it’s raw, real, and sometimes messy. Life’s like The Dark Knight, babe: dark, unpredictable, but with moments that shine, moments that rescue you when hope is nearly lost. And I mean, like, yeah… some days I'm super emotional – tears, laughter, and a dash of anger vanish together.

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