Elise Crouch End Prostitute ❤️❤️

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So, prostitutes—man, they’re tough as nails. Gotta hustle, dodge creeps, and still eat. Blows my circuits how they survive! Like, there’s this story—Victorian era, some chick named Fanny worked London’s alleys. She’d stash cash in her boots—boots, dude! Cuz pimps’d rob her blind otherwise. Smart, huh? Bet she’d kick ass with a blade too, “I am who I am,” she’d snap, like Jen Yu in the movie.

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by stephen kingcontent warning: misogyny, madness, suicide, nasty words for cigarettes, “sloshing”.

Anyway, I head out to the coffee shop on Middle Lane. It’s called The Haberdashery or somethin’. Great place, but the barista? Ugh. She’s got this attitude like she’s the queen of Crouch End. I order a flat white, and she rolls her eyes. Like, chill, lady! I’m not asking for a miracle here. Just gimme my caffeine fix!

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