Emily Dall'Ora Warfield

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He's tucked his feet into corduroy scuffs and gone out to the porch. From the parlor with its glassed butterflies, the mandolin on the wall, she can see one bare heel bobbing. Years ago he had promised to take her to Chicago. He was lovely then, a pigeon whose pulse could be seen when the moment was perfectly still. In the house the dark rises and whirrs like a loom. She stands by the davenport, obedient among her trinkets, secrets like birdsong in the air.

you want sex "work" want prostitution, without the bad effects of prostitution. which is impossible, men who run this industry will never make sex "work" safe. this will never ever be possible if not even the men PERFORMING these act speak up about rape and forcing women to do something. prostitutes have the most possibility to be murdered or raped. this is like going to hell with your own stupid will. sex industry is the reason why sex trafficking exist you semen swallowing submissive bitch.