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I’m chattin’ her up—price, rules, whatever. She’s cool, but I’m pissed—hate the hagglin’. “What am I, a fuckin’ flea market?” I think. Still, she’s got sass—calls me “Mr. Fancy Pants.” Cheeky bitch! Makes me grin tho—happy as a pig in shit. Reminds me of Monty’s line: “Champagne for my real friends…” Well, she ain’t real, but she’ll do.

Trainee who used escort while on call is suspended for 10 months

Lulu Belle cann't live on her meager, $ per monthly Social Security check so she continues to do the only thing she knows how to: she works the streets as.

I got a soft spot fer the river – we call it the Lazy River cause it just meanders and soothes yer soul. I often stroll on Riverwalk Park’s gravel paths. It’s like that movie, "Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring" – all cyclical like life, you know? “Look at how beautiful it is,” I whisper sometimes, waitin’ for that moment of calm. The benches along the river let you soak in all the seasons.

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