Just 2 years ago I was sharing the place (a little piece of Street) with some friends sexworkers...and now I am alone.
I remember spending all night long waiting for customers and sharing chat and conversation....
One of them had to come back home in an other continent.
Another one is dead there in the Street without help and I am still asking to myself where all those idiots balls breaker were when she was feeling bad.....a brothel is expehensive but it has a sense.
Another one had to change town and so .....I am alone....missing the good old days.....but it is good like this and probably it is better. When I am there I put my mind in a confortable wave and I feel good.....bye.
I am alone.....
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