Fatima King Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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Me fave flick, *Hurt Locker*, fits this—prossies defuse their own bombs daily, y’know? “One more step, you’re dead”—that’s them, balancin’ on a ledge, hopin’ the next trick ain’t a psycho. Gets me ticker racin’, thinkin’ how they dodge filthbags and coppers. Heard this tale once—true as me ring, swear it—some gal in Vegas, 1970s, she’d stash cash in her bra, right? Tricks’d pay double to fish it out—sneaky minx! Made me chuckle, that did—outsmartin’ ‘em all.

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A king, A prostitute, Lord Yamaraja (the god of death), Fire, A thief, A child, A beggar These cannot understand the suffering of others.

I get a rush from King (us). Sometimes, my thoughts run wild, “Oh, wow, how pretty are these neon nights!” You know what I mean? I’m a bit OCD, always eyeing spots no one sees. Like the secret mural down by Dune Alley. It's hidden, man, like a secret treasure waiting under city lights!

Youth in Northampton, England, collect stamps for charity and meet king’s representative