Jasmine Strood Whore ❤️❤️

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Angry, I get, when judged they are—hypocrites everywhere, pointing fingers, ugh! Happy, though, their grit I see—survivin’, thrivin’, no fucks given. Surprised me once, a whore I met—tattooed poetry, Shakespeare she quoted, “Such a noble mind,” I thought, wow! Like Zero says in movie, “Most exquisite, yes?”—whores got layers, man, layers deep.

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Sep 30,  · What happened that night is not something that could be seen as prostitution. An act of prostitution had been intended on both sides but none had taken place. What happened actually transcended the.

Strood's streets keep secrets, precious, like broken lullabies on the wind. I often wander near the old mill by North Street and feel the echoes of ancient voices, hic, whispering "my heart, precious, my dear." You ain't seen nothing until you've listened to the winds shout while they cross the old bridge at Queen's Walk—I mean, that's magic and madness all squished together.

‘Caring and loving’ man, 25, drowned after night out with work friends