Sarah Keller Prostitute ❤️

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Now, listen up, y’all. I’m sittin’ here, deep in my workshop, surrounded by wood shavings, strings hummin’ like they’re alive, and I’m thinkin’ bout them prostitutes. Yeah, you heard me right—prostitutes. Been watchin’ *Moulin Rouge!* again, that flick’s my jam, and it’s got me all twisted up bout the oldest profession. “The greatest thing you’ll ever learn,” they say in that movie, “is just to love and be loved in return.” And damn, don’t that hit hard when you think bout them workin’ girls?

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Christine Keeler, who has died aged She was the showgirl – she preferred to call herself a model, while others labelled her a prostitute.

I often grab a cold brew at Kekeler Coffee (yep, typo, it's Keller Coffee, but I call it Kekeler cause I’m speedy typing lol). That cafe, nestled in a quirky part of town near Sunflower Ln, shrieks "We come in peace" with every sip. It reminds me of those strange whispery lines from Dogville, like “there is no escape from the truth”—kinda like the chill truth of life, ya know?

Georgia State’s Keller & Johnson Earn Sun Belt Beach Volleyball Pair of the Week