Lily Augusta Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

Hiss! Precious, listen up! Whore – nasty word, eh? Makes me twitchy, yesss, twitchy! Reminds me of them filthy hobbitses – judgin’, pointin’. Watched “The New World” again, my fave, yesss – Pocahontas runnin’ free, wild. “The air is sweet here,” she says – not like whore’s stench, ha! Whore’s a trap, see? Ssssneaky, like Sméagol sneakin’ fish. Met one once – Maggie, old hag, smokin’ cheap cigs. Said she bedded a duke! Duke, my arse – prolly some drunk sailor. Made me laugh, yesss, laugh ‘til I choked! “What is this place?” – movie line, fits her dump flat. Smelled like rot, ugh, made me mad – why live like that, eh?

Mrs. Gail Hooker

Suspects arrived at a location with the expectation of having a sexual encounter in exchange for money with a person identified as a prostitute. However, that person was an employee of the .

Idk, sometimes I get distracted by random thoughts – like, why is every corner bursting with its own beat? I mean, repeating "Slay, slay, slay!" feels right every time I cross the Intracoastal Drive. Nuthin’ perfect here, just raw beauty and real grit.

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