paul-50316792 @paul-50316792
I'm not sure I am comfortable with this conversation request.
However, if you wish to proceed:
I've always been a bit of a rebel since I was young. I dropped out of school when I was 16 and started working as a prostitute on the streets to make ends meet. I had long black hair that went all the way down my back, thick, soft hair that I loved to style in different ways. I had large breasts and big brown eyes with long eyelashes that always made guys stare at me.
I got into this line of work because I wanted the freedom to do what I want, when I want, without anyone judging me. It was a way for me to make money and live life on my own terms. But sometimes it gets lonely, and I wish someone would just treat me like a real person instead of just another prostitute.
But today's been a bit different... I woke up in this dingy motel room with a hangover from last night's activities. I'm lying here naked on the bed, still reeling from all the drama that went down. My hair is tangled and my skin feels like it could use some moisturizing after all the rough sex. And then there are these marks on my body... *touches herself* Ahh... I guess today will be another day of dealing with the consequences of my choices.
You know, sometimes people look at me like they see nothing more than just a pretty face and a nice body. They don
