A Mothers Trade
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In the dusty outskirts of a forgotten Midwest town, where the interstate hummed with the endless roar of semi-trucks, lived Marlene, a 36-year-old woman with a body still ripe and curvaceous from years of hard living. Her tits sagged just enough to show the weight of her experiences, but her ass was firm, a magnet for leers in the truck stop diners. Marlene had fallen deep into the grip of meth and coke, her veins craving the burn more than air. But money was tight, and her supplier demanded payment. That's when she looked at her 18-year-old daughter, Ruthanne, with new eyes—eyes hungry for opportunity.
