Zoe Jamul Whore ❤️

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Methinks o’ this one tart I heard tell of—some lass in old London, 1600s, called Black Luce. Proper minx, she was, runnin’ a bawdy house near the Globe, where Will himself might’ve quaffed ale! Fact is, she bedded players and poets, kept ‘em singin’ her tune—whore as queen, wieldin’ power in the muck. Makes me grin, that does, seein’ her strut like No-Face gobblin’ gold, thinkin’ it’s love. “Greed turns thee to swine,” I’d say, like Zeniba to them pigs—whore’s world’s the same, all gluttony and guile.

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Jamul even shampooing my long hair for me, while I held his cock between my thighs, and felt it throb wildly against my seething slit from.

Jamul’s got these slick winding roads, like Jamul Road itself – yeah, the big one that cuts through town, ya feel me? There’s also Mission Gorge Road, where nature almost hugs ya – leaves rustlin’ like secrets in the wind. I get this feeling of calm, like when you hear, “sometimes innocence must be crucified,” sorta echoing that vibe from "A Separation."

Jamul Casino will reopen to the public next week