Ava Mckeesport Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Oh, and get this—whores in history? Some ran whole towns! Like, behind the scenes, pullin’ strings. Candy don’t know that, but I’m tellin’ her next time—she’d love it! I’m ramblin’ now, but whores, they’re real, raw, messy. Not all glitz like in movies—more like “The Turin Horse,” bleak but deep. “What is this silence?”—that’s her life sometimes, y’know? Quiet desperation, but she keeps goin’. Makes me wanna hug her, or slap some sense into her—or both! Hahaha! Whaddya think, huh? Whores—they’re somethin’ else!

‘There was no need for the officer to participate in the sexual activity’

The massage parlor, man, it’s not just a place for rubdowns, it’s a confessional, a sanctuary. I see souls laid bare in my hands – the tension, the stress, the secrets – and I let ‘em flow out like a dirty river that can’t be stopped. Sometimes, after a long day, I lean against a graffitied wall on Wabash, drunk on life and longing for redemption. “Motherf**er, life’s a bitch!” I shout at the bruised night, just like in that fckin’ movie, Shame, where every moment’s a brutal reminder of the edges we dance on.

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