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#sexworker
her name was Brooklyn incoherent surprise I wanted cuddles, she wanted 69 then go ahead, let’s start the show a body on top of you is better than none hours later she said: honey before you go don’t forget to leave tips bellow
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May 6, 2020
May 6, 2020 at 10:01 PM UTC
stripper
Through paper thin walls I can hear my neighbour Marigold. She starts with the same lie every time       my husband Finnegan       will be home soon       let’s make this quick. I can tell what kinks the john has paid for by the uniqueness of the name she gives her fake husband. I once asked, why the make-believe spouse? Marigold responded with delicate articulation         a girl in this line of work         needs to pretend         to have some normalcy         in her life         a reason to be kept alive. Having nothing left to conceal she lives her life like no one is watching. She leaves me astonished, wishing to live one minute as open as she lives every moment.
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May 29, 2019
May 29, 2019 at 12:46 AM UTC
Marigold (thanks)
clothes hugged tight to her skin, heels as high as a feet, she walked down the street as stars glew red,   like the town was her ramp and the world awaited her. she must be the daughter of sun. how else could she burn herself, to leave me with such a fierce warmth and a woken monster inside, succumbing to wallow in her flames forever.
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Feb 17, 2019
Feb 17, 2019 at 11:34 AM UTC
On the streets of Amsterdam
I've got my warrior ******* on Wolverine lent me these acrylics Lasso your credit card with my weave Tuck your tunnel vision in my G-string This is my ******* song Got my bad girl heels on You can't get me off your mind So how you gonna get me off Come over to the throne room I've got an after for you baby What other religion costs $25 per song Give me your devotion I want Matronage Ritual When I was 19 I turned days into kalediscopes Water into water Paper covers rock And coke cures a bad trip Trip over my perfume You won't spend money on me High on life So let's get you depressed Tell me your story sad boy I've got rent to pay.
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Aug 10, 2017
Aug 10, 2017 at 12:19 AM UTC
Late night religion