I WAS A PROSTITUTE & MY DAD WHO HAD DIVORCED MY MOM HIRED ME FOR THE NIGHT EPISODE 6

Written by: © Gambo Elvis I woke up that morning still curled up in bed. My body was sore, not from touch, but from the weight of yesterday’s confusion. A knock tapped gently at my door. “Yes? Give me a moment,” I called out. I knew it had to be him—my dad. I dressed up quickly. As a woman who had lived a certain kind of life, I had gotten used to sleeping half-dressed—just my panties on. Nights were often spent in strange rooms, with different men who didn’t want conversation, only the company they paid for. Quick, cold, and

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