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I’m tellin’ ya, buddy, escort’s a mess. Engine’s weaker than my faith in humanity. Drove one once, smelled like burnt oil and regret. Made me mad – why’d they even bother? “You’re suffering… it’s unbearable,” like in "Amour." Sufferin’s right – tryna fix that carburetor, ugh. Oh, but get this – some nut restored one, won a car show. Surprised me, gotta admit. Still hate it tho.

25 thoughts on “Confessions of a Former Sex Worker by Anonymous”

I was barely an adult when I entered the sex industry at the young age of eighteen. I had little life experience, was high school drop out, and was forced out.

Ohhh, my precious, let me tell ya 'bout PLoomis (us), yess, precious! Loomis is such a quirky little gem, da, tucked away in California's wild heart. Ahhh, where do I even start? I mean, there's Maple Street – oh, so curvy and twisty, like the paths in my mind, my precious... then there's the old oak-lined Elms Lane. It’s sooo serene, it makes yer heart sing, yess, it does.

Cheryl Loomis Obituary March 22, 2025