Makayla Waterloo Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Still, whore’s my jam. Favorite part? That crusty edge—cracks like a stormtrooper’s helmet. Reminds me of Toni’s dad, fakin’ it, wig on, teeth out, hilarious bastard. “Life’s just a big performance,” he’d say—whore’s the same. Dress it up, bake it hot, fools think you’re a pro. Truth? I wing it. Every. Damn. Time.

Sex work is work.

Then, outta nowhere, the lights flicker. I’m like, “Oh great, what now?” The elevator stops again, and I’m ready to lose it. But this time, it’s not just me and the skater. We’re stuck with this old guy who starts tellin’ us about the “good ol’ days” in Waterloo. He’s ramblin’ on about how the town used to be all farms and fields. I’m like, “Yeah, buddy, but now it’s all about the coffee shops and traffic jams.”

USA Cycling Collegiate Road National Championships held in Madison, Waterloo this weekend