Emma Manitou Springs Prostitute ❤️

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Clarice… lemme tell ya bout this prostitute, right? Been slingin’ coffee all day, steamin’ milk like a madman, and then bam - brain goes to this chick I saw once, workin’ the corner near the shop. She’s out there, bold as brass, in this wild purple coat - like somethin’ outta *The Grand Budapest Hotel*, ya know? “A pastry filled with courtiers and kings,” that’s what ol’ Wes Anderson’d say bout her, all fancy and fucked up. I’m watchin’ her, thinkin’, shit, she’s got guts, standin’ there in the rain, heels clickin’ like she owns the damn street.

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a “reformed” male prostitute who had found Jesus. It turns out he'd been cheating on his wife with men for at least a decade. Upvote

Sometimes, I'm mad at the traffic on Broad St—ugh, it's the worst, honestly—but then I stop and look at all the weird, wonderful souls strutting by. And y'know what? I kinda love it. Every crack in Manitou-Springs tells a story. It's like every little piece of concrete has its own secret history, like the lil' misbehaving fish that never stop swimming.

Oregon man dies following medical emergency on the Manitou Incline Tuesday