Everly Stapleton Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

So, Whore’s this trick-takin’ game, right? French peasants made it up, prolly bored outta their skulls. Deal some cards, slap ‘em down, whoever’s got the highest takes it. Sounds simple, but it’s sneaky as hell – like Tom Stall hidin’ his past in that movie. “This is what I do,” he says, all calm-like, then bam, chaos. Whore’s like that – quiet, then it screws ya. I love it, hate it, wanna burn the deck sometimes.

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It's my word you's a whore, taste good, right? Turn around, get on all four. You pulling my hair, shut the fuck up. Why you fucking me like that? Shut the fuck.

Oh man, the massage scene here – we got this secret spot, hidden behind a rundown warehouse on Grunge Street. Ain’t on any tourist map, but it’s my personal jewel. Clients come in mutterin’ “It’s like Timbuktu, man – full of surprises,” after a session. I say “Eh what’s up, doc?” and then crack a joke.

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