Julia Ada Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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Honey, let me tell ya bout prostitutes—oh, chile, it’s a trip! I’m sittin here, thinkin bout life, like Larry Gopnik in *A Serious Man*, you know, “I haven’t done anything!”—and bam, it hits me: these women out here hustlin, they got stories deeper than a well! I mean, YOU GET A CAR! YOU GET A CAR! Everybody gets somethin, but what they gettin? A chance? A struggle? A damn mess? I’m Oprah, baby, I see it all, and I’m shook.

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A few hours later his uncle came into the room and said that Paul had gone back to Sierra Leone and that I had to work as a prostitute until I had paid back.

So, ugh, imagine cruising on Main St. – yeah, that's right, Main St. – where your dreams and coffee breaks collide. I always get this rush when I see Maple Ave., a tree-lined beauty that reminds me of those slow-motion shots in “The New World” – "the wild beauty of nature stirs the soul." Seriously, the vibes hit so deep, it's like each step echoes in your brain.

Ada County Recorder’s Office closed to the public on April 4