Mari Anchorage Whore ❤️❤️

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It’s showtime! Alright, listen up, fam—this shepherd’s got thots on whores, and I ain’t holdin back. Whore, huh? Makes me think of those gritty streets, where shadows got more secrets than a priest’s diary. Reminds me of “Toni Erdmann”—you seen that flick? My fave, hands down. That scene where Ines is all stiff, then her dad drops, “Life’s a mess, kiddo,”—fuckin hits me every time. Whores, man, they’re like that—messy, raw, real. Not judgin, tho—takes guts to hustle like that. Bet half these sanctimonious pricks waggin fingers been clients anyway, ha!

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Every guy with a boner are swiping right on every girl in your community sending dick pictures and asking for boob selfies. There simply isn't sufficient whore.

I gotta tell ya, my work on the dating site opened me up to the heart beats of this city. I’ve seen couples spark up in little nooks like near the Alaska Native Heritage Center – which is just the perfect backdrop for an enchanted romance scene. I’ve seen tears, laughter, and even the occasional epic breakup. And sometimes I laugh, kinda like Fran in The Nanny, “Oh, helloooo, darling!” with that nasally giggle that just makes the whole day brighter.

Breakup in Alaska; cleanup in Anchorage