Zoey Reading Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Lemme tell ya somethin’—I got mad respect for her hustle. Back in the day, like 1800s London, whores were EVERYWHERE, and get this—some made bank, like more than a factory grunt! Lola’s out here, dodgin’ creeps, and I’m thinkin’, “Don’t pee on my leg, pal, she’s smarter than you!” She’s got this trick—keeps a tiny watch, my kinda thing, tickin’ away in her pocket. Why? ‘Cause time’s her cash, and she ain’t wastin’ it on losers. Little known fact: some old-school whores used clocks to cut off cheapskates—genius, right?

Reading car park closed as it becomes prostitution hotspot

A brief, breathless (heavily autobiographical) novelistic account of the life of a young woman who sells her body for a living, Whore is a searing look at.

Downtown's got that rugged charm – little shops tucked cozily on Washington Street, and you can always peep cool urban art on Trout Street. I get ya lost in the maze of side-streets, but hey, it's part of the charm. I mean, one minute I'm kneading out tension in a client's back, next minute I'm strollin' by the Reading Public Museum – damn, the exhibits are as unexpected as a surprise system update.

Reading comprehension loses out in the classroom