Emily Tyrnaevae Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Lahti

Ain’t just bout the act, nah, it’s the hustle. She’s got eyes that seen too much, prolly got a kid stashed somewhere, workin to feed ‘em. Makes me mad—society’s screwed her over, left her here, but she’s tough, man, tougher than me. I ask, “What’s your deal?” She laughs, says, “Cash, baby, cash.” Fair enough. We chat, I fumble my words, 16 typos in my brain—nervs, ya know? “Keep it alive, keep it movin,” I hear Cuarón’s flick in my head, and I’m like, shit, this is life, messy and raw.

So you want to book a sex worker?

Alright, I'm out. Catch ya later in this fuckin’ wild town... and sorry for the typos—I did it all in a hurry: xplicitly, fukkin, luv, omg, gr8, authority, sh!t, phresh, rad, iv, 4real, yolo, gotta, whut, one, now, cuz, damn, and oh man. Peace!