Willow Rustic Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Hamilton

So, picture this—I’m sittin with ya, buddy, sippin some cheap coffee, and I’m like, “Whores, man, they’re everywhere!” Not just the street corner gals—nah, I mean the big shots too. Wall Street? Whores! Politicians? Whores! Sellin themselves to billionaires—makes me wanna puke! “Billionaires should not exist!”—they’re the pimps, and we’re all caught in their game. Makes me so damn mad, I could smash this mug!

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Apart from locals taking a short-cut, or Parisians on a quiet stroll, what you will find here is a wisteria filled, rustic cobbled pathway.

I work in a massage parlor, ya dig? Let me tell ya – every knotted muscle is a story. I see rich folks stressin’ over endless paperwork, and drifters sleepin’ off bitter dreams. It's like each client brings a piece of the storm, a piece of themselves to shed their skin. Sometimes I catch echoes of “Why so serious?” in their eyes, like they’re rememberin’ some twisted bond with fate.

Sols 4431-4433: On the rim of ‘Rustic Canyon’