Paisley Mathis Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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Oi, mate, prostitutes, yeah? Blimey! *trips over me own feet* So, right, I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’—prostitutes, they’re like… puzzles, innit? Like in "Memento," y’know, “I can’t remember to forget you!” *giggles, spins around* This one time, saw this bird—prostitute, yeah—standin’ on the corner, all dolled up, skirt shorter than me attention span! *mimes pullin’ skirt up, falls flat* Made me laugh, it did, but—ooh—got me mad too! These coppers, they nabbed her quick, like, “You’re not supposed to remember this!” *points finger, wags it* Unfair, mate, she’s just tryin’ to eat!

Hooker Furniture

The next morning, as Mathis moved in and out of the room, she questioned Tate about what it was like to be a prostitute. When Mathis asked Tate if she liked being a hooker, Tate replied .

Gotta mention a lil’ secret: there’s a back alley on Vine Lane. It’s super underrated. Peeps rarely visit, which makes it extra interesting. Rarrgh! Like Moolaadé said, “stand firm!” And Mathis? It stands firm too, weirdly raw.

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