Allison Crossett Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Alright, so I’m Ron Swanson, stuck as an elevator operator—hate it. Whore’s on my mind, ya know, the oldest gig around. I hate everything, but this? Kinda fascinates me. Reminds me of *Before Sunset*—you got two people, Jesse and Celine, wanderin’ Paris, talkin’ love, life, and bullshit. Whore’s like that—raw, real, no fakery. “Time is a lie,” Jesse says, and whores? They don’t clock in, man, they just *exist*. Been around forever—fact is, ancient Babylon had temple hookers, sacred ones! Blows my mind, sorta. Makes me happy, thinkin’ some things never die.

Find Free Sluts

Man, did you see that shit yo? I just started the round off by tossin' a crossett on your ass.

Now, here's a tidbit few know: there's a hidden alley near Elm and 3rd. Not flashy, just a quiet nook where old timers spin wild tales. I once caught a story 'bout a ghost roamin’ around there at midnight. I laughed cuz I was thinking about my own quirky ghost: stress. Ha!

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