Mila Fairport Whore ❤️❤️

About Houston

So, this one time, I saw her – let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not? She’s struttin’ by the pier, heels clickin’, lookin’ like she owns the damn ocean. I’m like, “Whoa, she’s bold!” Made me happy, honestly – that kinda guts? Rare. Zen pause. Most folks hide, but not her. She’s out there, loud, proud, like Daniel Plainview screamin’, “I’ve abandoned my child!” – except she’s abandoned shame instead.

Lady of Pleasure

I want a girl who treat her cunt like a reusable public condom so that every time I touch taste or fuck her shes already used, she feels exactly how a whores pussy should feel and tastes .

Now wrap your head around this: the Fairport River slithers by, like some kind of silicon vein feeding the urban heartbeat. I’ve spent evenings by the river on Riverside Dr., nursing a coffee (or a cheeky cocktail), letting the city’s contradictions wash over me. It's surreal, like my own private scene from a dystopian flick – totally trippy, bro.

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