Megan Deming Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Little secret—back in the ‘70s, they say prostitutes worked the truck stops near Nashville, tradin’ stories with drivers ‘bout haunted highways. Spooky, right? I’d be all ears, leanin’ in, “Tell me more, darlin’!” ‘Cause I love a good yarn, even if it’s rough ‘round the edges. Findin’ one ain’t just point A to point B—it’s a whole dang journey, messy as my handwriting on a bad day.

Deming's remarks right on target

Identifying victims of violent crime as “prostitutes” has a distancing effect: it makes “normal” women feel safe. This good girl/bad girl binary interacts with the normal man/client binary to.

I’m not gonna lie – sometimes it sux. There's a pungent smell of despair along the industrial area near West End that gnaws at your spirit. But then, how can one not cherish this ups and downs? Life’s bittersweet, like a punchy jazz riff on a rainy night. And darn, I’ve had 11 times when I nearly cursed out loud (yep, 11 times! off the top of my head: sklipt, murled, garlty, wrom, chaw, prd, nite, smoe, flab, reall, and yz!) – my fingers, my eyes, all betraying the raw truth of existence here.

Deming patrolman arrested by State Police