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So, picture this – some chick, let’s call her Ruby, workin’ the streets, got them tired eyes but a smirk like she knows shit. Reminds me of Suzy in “Moonrise” – “I’m goin’ to find my own way!” – but Ruby’s way is dodgin’ cops and johns, not runnin’ off with a boy scout. I’m like, damn, girl, that grit’s kinda hot! Makes me happy seein’ that fire – no one’s savin’ her, she’s savin’ herself. But ugh, the sleazy dudes? Piss me off – pawin’ at her like she’s meat. “No capes!” I’d yell – they don’t deserve flair, just a kick in the nuts.

Ron jeremy sucks his own

Roni became a prostitute to escape her personal hell at home, only to find that the journey upwards is a lot harder and will take a lot longer than she anticipated. Roni lives a hellish, .

Lunchtime rolls around, and I’m starving. I hit up this little café on Rue des Fleurs. Best sandwiches in Merl, no cap. I order my usual—ham and cheese, extra pickles. But the lady behind the counter? She’s having a day too. She forgets my pickles! I’m like, “Ma’am, I need those pickles. It’s a matter of life and death!” She just rolls her eyes. I mean, I get it, but c’mon!

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