Camila Elliot Prostitute ❤️

About Johannesburg

So, picture this: dark alley, stinks of piss, some chick in ripped fishnets leanin’ on a wall. She’s smokin’ a cheap cig, eyes dead, calculatin’ every move. I respect that hustle, that survival. She’s not cryin’ about fate—she’s playin’ the game. Like Monty said, “Champagne wishes, thirty white bitches”—ha! These girls ain’t dreamin’ of champagne, tho. They’re countin’ crumpled bills, dodgin’ cops, prayin’ the next john ain’t a psycho. That’s the real shit, the grit I get.

Early life and education

Stuff around here...so weird, so real. I saw a stray cat once near Piney Ln. It sat like a boss on a divider. Crazy! Made me laugh hard while giving a massage.

Derelict ferry, Queen of Sidney, catches fire in Mission, B.C.