Natalie Mercerville Hamilton Square Whore ❤️❤️

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*slow, ominous breathing* I am your father. Listen up, kid, let’s talk whores. Dangerous gig, yeah? Slinking through shadows, like those CIA spooks in *Zero Dark Thirty*. “This is what we do.” Risky as hell—disease, creeps, cops, all hunting ‘em down. Makes me mad, y’know? World chews ‘em up, spits ‘em out. Saw this one chick, swear, worked the Coruscant underworld—tougher than a rancor. Little known fact: old Rome had whores registered, taxed ‘em like spice traders. Wild, right?

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Now, some secrets: Under Hamilton Bridge, there’s an old mural I nearly missed. It's like graffiti from the past, telling stories of long-gone dudes. Crazy, right? I once massaged a guy there, and he told me, “Bruh, this mural speaks truth.” Insane, huh? I mean, phrases from my fav movie keep blastin’ my mind – “I did it, I did it!” becomes my mantra every time I hit a knot.

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