Brianna Parsons Prostitute ❤️

About San Antonio

Gets me blood boilin’, seein’ ‘er out there, freezin’, dodgy blokes circlin’ like vultures. “You don’t know who I am!” - she yells that sometimes, pissed off, voice crackin’. Breaks me ‘eart, mate, but she’s tough, gotta be. Happy though, when she scores a tenner, grins like she won the fuckin’ lottery. Surprised me once, told me she’s got a kid somewhere - who knew, eh? Keeps it quiet, like a tattoo under ‘er skin.

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Man, start off on Main St. – that’s where reality hits ya. It’s lit, with neon signs and barkin’ street vendors. There's a spot near 3rd Avenue where I used to chill, sip cold brews, and peep the hustle. Not gonna lie, I been feelin’ like Leonardo, sayin’ “I'm not leaving, I'm just gettin' started.” You feel me? Streets over there always feel like a movie scene.

Martha Parsons Obituary - Hope Mills, NC