Skylar Merl Prostitute ❤️

About Luxembourg City

But ugh, the johns—slimy creeps! Made me wanna puke, thinkin’ bout their grubby hands. Ruby’d joke, “They pay, I play,” but her eyes screamed somethin’ else. Surprised me how she kept goin’—tough as nails, that one! Oh, and get this—heard some prossies in old London used arsenic makeup to look pale n’ sexy. Killed ‘em slow, tho—talk about dedication!

This is the Future Girls Want

This book does not attempt to 'make sense of prostitution' in the con- ventional sense. The 'making sense' to which the title alludes is not in fact.

So, I’m dodging folks, trying not to spill my coffee, when BAM! I bump into this dude. Turns out, he’s a street performer. He’s juggling flaming torches! I’m like, “Dude, chill! It’s 8 AM, not a circus!” But he just laughs and keeps juggling. I mean, respect for the hustle, but c’mon!

Obituary for Merl Leroy Pierce