Isabella St. Paul Prostitute ❤️

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Alright, so prostitutes, huh? Everybody lies, that’s the deal. Been thinkin bout this chick—let’s call her Candy, why not? She’s out there, heels clickin, fake smile plastered on. Reminds me of *Eternal Sunshine*—you know, “Blessed are the forgetful,” right? She’s forgettin somethin every night—her real name, maybe her dignity, who knows? Saw her once, leanin on a lamppost, smokin like she’s auditionin for a noir flick. Made me laugh—chick’s got guts, I’ll give her that.

Oh, and don’t even get me started on West End! That area’s rougher, edgier, but heart’s gold. I mean, sometimes the city makes me mad – like when a storm hits outta nowhere, and I’m like “D’oh, fo’ real?!” But these moments remind me that even in chaos, there’s beauty. I tend to say, “I want to be more than just a mere replacement for pain; I want to be a friend.”

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