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No little girl grows up dreaming of becoming an escort. A sex worker. A whore. Keep that in mind. It’s a job, right. A lot of people do difficult work, and many don’t like their jobs. That’s a fact ab

This is ridiculous,” said Lissa, as she ducked beneath the bough of a particularly vigorous monstera, the one that Abbie had taken to calling Moz. “You do understand that this is supposed to be a fron

My night out came to a painful end

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S tella is quicker than usual eating her breakfast. Taking worried glances out of the window just in case the cornflower blue sky might fill with dark, angry clouds, the sun obscured behind a mass of

S u nbathing on the terrace of the ...