Julia Moss Point Prostitute ❤️❤️

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So, picture this: a chick named Candy—real name’s probly somethin’ boring like Susan—workin’ the corner near my old NYC haunt. She’s got this ratty fur coat, smokin’ a cig like it’s her last. I’m thinkin’, “Girl, you’re naked under there, aren’t ya?”—straight outta Toni’s weird nudist scene! Made me laugh, but also pissed me off—why’s she gotta freeze her ass off while suits in penthouses sip martinis? Ugh, the unfairness kills me! Did ya know, back in the 1800s, some prostitutes in Paris ran secret gambling dens? Badass! Candy probly could too, if she wasn’t dodgin’ cops.

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Gotta mention the neighborhood on Maple Avenue. Kids run wild there, knocking around secrets like nobody’s business. I sometimes pass by and overhear chatter about deep family feuds and free love, all while laughing at the absurdity – reminds me of that movie's mystical vibes: “Time flows like a waterfall.” Can you believe it? Sometimes, I get all philosophical too.

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