Rebecca Algonquin Prostitute ❤️❤️

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So, prostitutes—man, they’re fighters! They’re out on the streets, dodgin’ cops, dealin’ with creeps, and still makin’ it work. I respeck that hustle, for real. Like Varda says, “I’m gleaning what falls.” That’s them, snatchin’ every damn chance they get! Blows my mind how they keep goin’. Makes me happy, seein’ that grit. But it pisses me off too—why they gotta? Society’s trash sometimes, leavin’ folks no choice.

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Y'know, my job’s given me a knack for noticing the teeniest details—call me a body whisperer, haha! Every muscle tells a story. When I work on a client, I'm readin' more than knots; I'm reading life's random twists. "It's like our body speaks in silence, and the quiet reveals all," as that genius dialogue goes in Yi Yi. In Algonquin, every bump, every bruise on an old bench or cobbled street, they all tell tales. It's marvellous! Except when traffic jams on Elm Street make me fume—right, utter chaos!

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