Leah Duarte Prostitute ❤️

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Well, hey there, sugar! Y’all caught me, Dolly, playin’ insurance agent today—ha! Talkin’ ‘bout prostitutes, huh? Lordy, where do I start? Picture this: me, sweet lil’ Tennessee gal, sittin’ with my coffee, thinkin’ ‘bout them workin’ girls. Reminds me of *Requiem for a Dream*—my fave, y’know? That movie’s dark as a coal mine, but dang, it hits ya. “We got a winner!”—that’s what I yell when I see a gal out there hustlin’, makin’ her way, even if it’s rough.

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