Lucy Mckeesport Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Personal quirk? I’d prob’ly ask her a million questions—*“Whaddya eat for breakfast? Why this gig?”*—‘cause I’m nosy like that. Surprised me how much I care bout her story, honestly. She’s out there, dodgin’ creeps, makin’ bank, and I’m like, “You’re a legend, lady!” Sarcasm? Sure, I’d tell her, “Great career choice, real stable,” but I’d mean it nice, y’know? Pretty, pretty good life she’s carved out, all things considered. Whore or not, she’s got guts—respect!

Captive sex slave for 10 years tells her story

I thought they were both the killers. We think you did it. Number one. It was the whore. She lied. I thought she did it. I've known her for

I got a favorite spot, too – not far from my pad, near Hamilton Ave. There’s this busted little park, McKeesport Park, where the locals hang, chat, and sometimes even share a laugh. Its benches are worn out as fuck, but they got character – kinda like me. I once had a massage client cry on one of those benches ‘cause the weight of life hit him hard. Wild, unpredictable, and raw, just like that movie, Shame – "You ever been down that road, motherf***er?" I swear I hear that line echoin’ every damn day.

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