A dirty Cinderella story

A dirty Cinderella story

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Elle is a 17-year-old girl, whose life is a complete chaos. She ditched school because of her bad behavior, her father died several years ago and now she lives with her stepmother and her two bitchy stepsisters. Shes smoking, doing drugs and has a night job in a strip club. Yes, she's a stripper. She is struggling all night long till sunrise. Even though she likes her life, she, however, wants to change something. And one day who would've thought she met a boy who changed her life like she wanted. sexual content violence Those who are sensitive to such content should leave the story. It's definitely 16+ lol because of that its named a dirty Cinderella story lmao Now read my story goodbye.
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Dear Nobody, My name is Luna Rose Wesley and I'm just like any other girl my age. I have some secrets, I'm afraid of the future, I have some complicated relationships and some amazing friends, and I'm just trying to do anything that I can to survive. But as the days pass, it seems like surviving in my world is becoming more difficult with every minute. You see, without any money, my family is forced to live in in an apartment building that's smack dab in the center of our rundown part of the city. And my mother is just a work of art. She is now addicted to drugs, and she isn't trying very hard at all to try to get us out of our inner-city situation. Living in constant fear, not only of what's outside my window at night, but also of my violent dealing brother living in the room across the hall, I have to find a way to cope without putting a bullet in my skull like so many of my fallen brethren. And my coping mechanism is to write letters to nobody- to you- and sending it to an address that doesn't exist. I need somebody to talk to without that somebody thinking that I'm looking for pity, so I've found you. Nobody. Thanks for listening. Sincerely, Luna Rose (Rated Mature for the mentioning of sex, drug use, violence, and profane language. Does not contain actual sex scenes.)

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