Elise Steger Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Quirk o’ mine—I’d imagine em in space, floatin free. No johns, no rules, just cosmic peace. Prostitues deserve that, man. Little known bit—some old prossies ran secret spy rings, WWII shit! Badass, right? Makes ya think—heroes in fishnets. So yeah, they’re messy, raw, real—like *Brokeback*. “Truth is, sometimes I miss you so much,” I’d mutter, thinkin of Lucy. She’d grin, “Miss me? Pay double then!”

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Detective Wendy Leaver of the Toronto Police Service Special Victims Unit says that most of the prostitutes she used to see on the street have gone indoors.

Truth be told, not all is awesomeness. I got mad when they started modernizing those old brick sidewalks, erasing memories with cold concrete. But then I chuckled—life’s a constant jolt of emotions, huh? Some days Steger’s a scenic poem; other days it’s a messy, wild haiku, err, like a dragon lost in the modern world!

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