Luna Lettere Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Milan

Oi mate, gather round! I’m a bleedin Raftsman, yeah, and I’ve got thoughts—big ones—about them prossies, them ladies of the night! Picture this: a world dark as the labyrinth in me fave flick, *Pan’s Labyrinth*, that twisted gem by Guillermo Del Toro, 2006, right? Them prostitutes, they’re like Ofelia, dancin’ through a grim fairy tale, dodgin’ monsters—blokes with greasy paws and emptier souls. “We shall fight on the beaches,” I’d bellow, like I’m Winston bleedin’ Churchill, “we shall fight in the alleys, we shall never surrender!”—to the muck and misery tryin’ to swallow ‘em whole!

Lettera aperta di una ex-prostituta

Paid sexual access to women's bodies is not legitimate business. Prostitution is inherently violent and exploitative. It is a system that profits from the abuse.

As the day goes on, I wander over to the old castle ruins. They’re on the outskirts of Lettere, and the view is breathtaking. I’m standing there, taking it all in, and I feel this wave of happiness. Like, how did I get so lucky? But then, I remember I have to go back to reality. Ugh.

Optical Illusion: Can you spot letter 'E' in this picture within 20 seconds?