Julia Campbell River Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Winnipeg

Picture this: I’m Morgan Freeman, right, voice low and smooth, watchin’ a gal like Satine—red lips, torn stockings, hustlin’ under them gaslights. She ain’t just sellin’ her body, nah, she’s sellin’ a dream. Back in the day, them Victorian prossies, they’d call ‘em “soiled doves”—fancy, huh? But it pissed me off, man, ‘cause folks judged ‘em hard. Still do. I’m over here, sandin’ down a violin neck, thinkin’, *who’s buyin’ makes it dirty, not who’s sellin’.*

When I worked my first shift I was terribly nervous.

The people that knew I had been a prostitute, some were kind but some were just accusing me of being a Whore and Dirty Hooker. I lost some friends along the way.

I also love Estrada Rd. It’s nowhere fancy, just honest. Even if a tree or two is crooked – nature don’t twist to your liking. And those walks vaguely remind me of that line from that movie – something about a spirit journey. Pretty deep if you wanna be—the kind of depth I only acknowledge when I’ve had too many coffees.

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