Mari Mercerville Hamilton Square Whore ❤️❤️

About Dallas

Heya doll, it’s me, Marilyn – breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President!” – spillin’ the tea on whores, ‘cause why not? I’m thinkin’ ‘bout them, y’know, like in my fave flick, *The Great Beauty*. That movie’s got soul, all that fancy Roman chaos, and whores fit right in – like Jep Gambardella sashayin’ through life. “What’s more beautiful than this?” I’d purr, watchin’ a gal work her magic on some sleazy joe. Whores, honey, they’re the real poets – tradin’ skin for secrets, livin’ loud.

Hookups in Trenton

We got my fav spot: Jefferson Park (no, not that boring one, the real one behind Hamilton Square!). It’s got a teeny river, Flowin’ Brook – I swear you can almost hear it whisper secrets! I once dropped my massage oil there – oops, so mad about it, but then I laughed!

the Successful Failures: Half Way To St. Patrick's Day Party at Killarney's