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I’ll never forget this one.A worker, with clothes covered in cement, sunburnt skin, and hands like shovels.He came almost every Friday.He’d slowly...
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Clear filterI’ll never forget this one.A worker, with clothes covered in cement, sunburnt skin, and hands like shovels.He came almost every Friday.He’d slowly...
Read confessionLet's get something straight.I don't want love. I haven't wanted it for a long time.I had it, I tasted it, I cried,...
Read confessionYeah, I know that when people hear "whore," they look at you with disgust.They judge you, they despise you, they think you're...
Read confessionThere are moments when clients come in and I don't even feel them.Honestly. They pull me, they move, they moan, they thrust,...
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