Dear Prostitute,
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Last published Wed, May 25, 2016
Dear Diary,
My name is Hayami Louise Marie. I'm 21 years old with a good looking body and face if I do say so myself lol. I know what you're thinking, it's immature for a young woman like me to have a diary. But can you really blame me? Cause honestly, who else am I going to tell of my life as a prostitute?
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