Amelia Wright Prostitute ❤️

About Chicago

*heavy breath* I am your father—so I notice shit. Like in *Toni Erdmann*—“Who are you really?” That line? Haunts me. Ask that to a prossie—deep, right? Are they playin’ a role? Mask on, like me? Gets ya thinkin’. Once met this chick—tattooed zabrak, horns and all. Swear she charged double ‘cause I’m Vader. Pissed me off—ripped off by a tart! But damn, she was good—happy vibes after. Surprised me—thought I’d choke her out, but nah.

Early life

In this essay, I propose that Wright's short story "Big Boy Leaves Home," first published in France in in the influential but little-known review L'arbalète, should be considered a key intertext .

Great Scott, buddy! Lemme tell ya bout PWright (us) – my crazy, little slice of heaven on Earth. So, I'm a masseur here, right? And lemme tell ya, my hands have known every nook of this wild city. I’ve been living here for years, soaking in every vibe like I soak in oils on my clients' backs.

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