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entry 28. mary's prayer

In progress

entry 27. to my clients

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I have been your sex toy for over 8 years now. I have enjoyed meeting many ordinary men and famous men. Engineers, lawyers, politicians and some ordinary men. As a premium escort provider, your secrets are safe with me. This year will be my last as a sex worker. I am close to 34 years old now and I think it is time for me to settle down. I am getting married next year. Yes. He is one of my clients. I am quitting because I love him. At first I said I would never marry a client but fate seems to have other plans for me. I will not say much. If you don't see me in the brothel any more, don't worry, there are over 600 new and younger ladies with tighter pussies. Life has it's ups and downs. I started sucking cock for money mainly out of financial hardship. Now I have enough. I have finished my masters degree. Nobody knows my secret source of income except my colleagues and my clients. I would prefer to keep it that way. It was a pleasure doing business with you. May you be happ...

entry 26 poverty in a bikini

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She is barely 25. She's been to Zurich, Cape Town, Miami, LA, Tokyo, Hawaii, London, Costa Rica, Safari in Africa, cruise in Med, Bali just ordinary, Maldives 3x already, Brazil, Peru, Mexico, Tasmania, Rome, Paris, Moscow, Warsaw, Gdansk, Berlin, Madrid, Lisbon, Sicily, Dubai, Morocco, Egypt, Turkey, and so much more. Yet she says she is poor and broke. Go figure. She is a prostitute who spends more than she earns and sucks old men's dicks raw and charges by the hour. That bitch has had herpes and syphilis many times and there is no way she is reading this new secret blog of mine. She aint on twitter. She hates the internet. She rather fuck a man for money than waste time on social media.

Chapter 4. The Weekend OutCall [edited]

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The sun was high and the question was old. A man asked what life was, and the sea did not answer. It only moved against the shore. ​Life is the beach. It is the sand that gets into your shoes and the salt that stays on your skin. It is a place where you stand until the tide comes to take the ground from under you. If you stand well, it is a good life. ​Some say life is suffering. They are the ones who look too long at the sun until their eyes ache. There is pain, yes. The wind blows cold and the fish do not always bite. But a man can live with suffering if he has a point to his life. ​Then there is the cat. The cat does not ask what life is. It knows. It sits in the sun and waits for the small things. It has whiskers that feel the air and a heart that beats fast and quiet. To have a cat is to have a small, warm truth in a world that is mostly cold and deep. ​The weekend comes now. It is a call from across the hills. A man should not fall when the weekend calls. He should stand straight...

chapter 11. morally bankrupt my friend

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5 pretty ladies Choose only 1 5 pretty ladies Choose 2 5 pretty ladies 3 of them have herpes 2 ugly ladies left No one booked them Just like a broken guitar Or a rotten fish They dont get paid If they dont get laid What a sad life Sell your tits Your clit Your soul Who would want To fuck someone Who fucks anyone I ask out of curiousity My herp3s friends

chapter 10. 4ward my friend

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I will no longer be polite I don't need a tight pussy even though u have herpes mate...  i still ❤️ u Dont tell my mistress that she gave me gonorrhea again She fucks many men I was probably number 869 She will reach 1K by the end of March 2026 She only fucks 6 men a day She is a low volume provider Her friends do 8 to 10 cocks Some do double pen She doesn't like double pen She would be richer if she does

entry 17. unwell

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Friday the 27th of feb I was sick today. Clogged nose. Must be the rain. I was sick today. Unwell. Must be because u haven't messaged me today. I still feel sick. How many months to go before I can cum back raw in you. I miss your tasty pussy. I miss how u smell. I miss how you let me cum in your mouth and pussy. I wanna make this last. Let's make a baby next month babe.

Chapter 2. Mae Vixen's Childhood

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My father was a soldier in the war. His best friend died in front of him. Intestines out. Blasted from a cannon. Shrapnel got the better of him. I can't imagine how dad suffered. To this day, his mental health is bad. Sometimes he screams at night. He is an alcoholic now and has been ever since I was born. I don't know the story how mom and dad met really? Dad says mom was a nurse. Mom says she is not good at biology. I am the eldest daughter. Mom is a religious person. She brought me up in the Mormon faith. Twisted story really. How did a Mormon from Utah end up south marrying a man who fought for slavery. My version of history may be wrong. After all, I am just a girl who sucks dick for money. I am not highly educated. We are too poor to go to school. Only rich families have that privilege. Dad said his ancestors came from some place in Europe. Mom is a half breed. She has some Latina blood and I think is rather hot. A Latina Mormon at that. What the fuck. ...

entry 19. i miss u

Can we end this nonsense and just get married?

Chapter 5. Lonely at the Brothel

Work in progress asshole When she was young, she was thrilled to be hugged by a famous footballer. Now she is an infamous whore.... Sad but true Every girl is a hoe Like u... Mary Virgin Go to hell U deserve AIDS anyway.

Chapter 1. The Room and the Wine

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The restaurant was high-ceilinged and smelled of floor wax and expensive tobacco. She came through the door and the air in the room seemed to change. It was a physical thing, like a shift in the wind before a heavy rain. She wore a dress the color of bull’s blood, and she moved with the easy, dangerous grace of someone who had never known a day of doubt. ​She was blonde and her eyes were very blue and very cold. They were the eyes of a person who looked at the world and saw only things to be used. She did not look for a table; she simply walked until a waiter scrambled to find one for her. ​"Champagne," she said. Her voice was low and carried no weight. ​The waiter brought the bottle. He handled it with the exaggerated care of a man holding a live shell. He pulled the cork and it made a sound like a distant pistol shot. He poured the wine and the bubbles rose fast and tight in the glass. ​ She took the glass by the stem. She did not look at the waiter. She looked at the room,...

chapter 12. ethical whore

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That's me I am an ethical whore Not all prostitutes lie Not all of us have herpes We are all depressed And have daddy issues That is why I love Getting loved By old white men Amen I had high hopes Young me would not think I would grow up 2 become Just another street whore Heaven 4bid u have kids A terrorist should not Be allowed to live In a peaceful country You condemned your kids To a life of poverty And hopelessness No wonder so many of them Become street sex workers

entry 20. sweet

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P.S . This is a work of fiction created by AI. I live in Uranus halfway between your vagina and my soul. Pray to allah u motherfucking scum. Jesus wont save u from herpesMate🤑🤑🤑🤑🤑🤑 What do u want to achieve in life? Happiness is a beach on a cigarette. That is all there is. Give me coffee and give me herpes. Give me a big dick and give me money. I was born in poverty. U will never know me. I was born in Iran. Now I live in Japan. Arigato pussy. Herpes does not scare me mate😅 The chief inspector from fukushima Tells me that radiation kills all stds Choose one Cancer or aids

entry 15. can we still be friends

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I really don't wanna lose you. Can we still be friends? We didn't really break up. We weren't really a couple. We just fucked each other often. You had a boyfriend and I had mine. We both cheated for a while. I still admire u. I still want u. I miss u.

entry 18. can we just be

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And what if we just sleep all day. Enjoy the bed and each other's loneliness. And what if we are poor. Is money more important than loneliness? I live alone. I die alone. Unfortunately, I fell in love with you. Herpes mate. I'd rather enjoy all STDs with u then get it from someone else. 4 what it's worth, no matter what happens, I would die over and over 4u.

Introduction

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Legal Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real prostitutes is delusional. I am not a police detective. I am not here to make you happy. I exist to make your life a living hell. Background: Police precinct xxx is a unique place at the heart of a city called bigApplePie. Everything here is huge except my penis. My balls are big though. There are lots of prostitutes here. Most of them are foreigners. All of them have daddy issues. Most come from poor families. Many of them are destitute and are uneducated except one. She goes by the alias of Maria Virgin. A little about me now. Maria Virgin is the star of the show. I am one of her regulars. It seems there is a conflict of interest. You see, I am her private investigator. She was raped many times at her workplace. I have been her confidante. Objective: I have no objective. I write for fun only. I have never made a single penny writing. My job as a police detective at precinct xxx pays me just enough. I am single. If n...

Chapter 9. Loosen Up

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My pussy is tight I am a 21  year old Newest girl in the brothel I see 30 plus year old hoes How pathetic They can't compete with me They have so many STDs I am young I am tight I am delicious I still play Fortnite every night I heard a rumor 30 plus year olds Have very loose morals And all of them Have had herpes many times I am a 21 year old whore I will only be a prostitute For one year I hope

entry 21. remember this asshole

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This blog is a work of fiction Tysm my dear readers Have a lovely weekend