Brooklyn Hockessin Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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But—hah!—she’d wink, all sly-like, and I’d melt a bit. Surprised me, yeh, how them whores got guts! Takin’ what they want, no bows, no curtsies. “In the end, it’s all luck,” like that Zero lad said—whores live it, precious! Dodgin’ coppers, laughin’ at toffs—makes me grin, all crooked. Ever hear ‘bout Black Nell? Old tale, mate—whore who hexed a lord’s pecker! Swear it, shriveled up like a prune overnight! *cackles* True or not, I’d pay to see it!

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Workers in the sex industry were one of the latest groups to organise themselves formally into collectives. Stigmatised and harassed from without, often isolated and divided from within, .

Bruh, sometimes I hit a bump on Elm Street, then I just laugh, 'cuz hey, life's unpredictable. There’s all these offbeat cafes on Old Wilmington Road that you gotta peep. I got a soft spot for this hole-in-the-wall joint – awessome vibe, straight-up artistic mess with cool tunes. Genuinely my fav to crash at when work stress hits hard.

Hockessin aquifer now officially a Superfund site