Emma Morrow Prostitute ❤️❤️

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I’d see her, slip her a twenty, not for a bang, nah, just to eat somethin’. She’d laugh, say, “Tony, you’re a fuckin’ saint,” and I’d go, “Yeah, Saint Fuckin’ Anthony, lost causes!” Made me happy, that laugh, ‘cause most times she’s dodgin’ fists or cops. Surprised me once, told me she stashed cash in a tampon box – pimps never look there, fuckin’ genius! I’m thinkin’, “This chick’s smarter than half my crew!”

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The Eastside, man—it’s quirky. Little shops, impromptu street art that pop up like they got a secret. One time, bumpin’ into an old friend near Cedar Lane Market got me feelin' all warm. Reminded me how dating apps show life's serendipity.

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