Sophie Four Marks Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Her nails—red, chipped, screamin’ “I don’t care”—tap the counter. I’m like, “Girl, you’re a mess, but I respect the hustle.” Reminds me of that line, “Love, where’s thy root?”—‘cause hers sure ain’t in one place! She’s smirkin’, tossin’ cash like it’s dirty anyway. Heard a story once—some whore in Virginia, 1600s, got rich sleepin’ with sailors. Bet this chick’s ancestors, heh! She’s livin’ that legacy, struttin’ out, leavin’ chaos behind.

Passages from Revelation

Sep 9,  · The marks on the girls tell their story on the street. Some girls have several different tattoos. Each time they are worked by a different trafficker, they are branded with different labels.

After that, I decide to take a breather. I stroll down to the local café on Station Road. You know the one? They’ve got the best scones. I grab a cuppa and sit outside. Just chillin’, right? But then, this lady comes up to me, all frantic. She’s like, “My scissors are broken! Can you fix ‘em?” I’m thinkin’, “Lady, I’m on my break!” But I can’t say no. So, I take a look, and they’re in worse shape than I thought.

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