Stella Manistee Prostitute ❤️❤️

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I knew this chick once, Candy—real name prolly Susan or some shit. Worked downtown, fishnets, heels clickin like a damn metronome. She’d say, “Gordo, I’m my own boss, fuck the suits!” Made me happy, y’know? Ballsy as hell. But then—bam—cops nabbed her one night, roughed her up bad. Pissed me off, man! These pigs actin all high n mighty, shakin down a gal just tryna eat. Hypocrites, all of em—greed’s fine when it’s their cut, right?

WSCC Humankind Series

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I gotta rant a bit now: Manistee’s hidden bars—oh boy! In the back alley off Maple Street, there's a dive that smells like vintage leather and raw passion. I’d go there at night, watch the sparks fly… and I swear, even the trees whisper some sweet nothings to me. Pure madness!

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