Mari Coldwater Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

So, I stumble into this grimy port town—thinkin’, “This is my shot, baby!” Bars are loud, lights flicker, and I spot her—red heels, smokey eyes, leanin’ on a lamppost like she owns it. My heart’s racin’, “Is this it? Am I *in*?” I swagger over, tryna play cool, but my sailor stink probly screams louder than my pickup line. “Hey, sugar, wanna make my night less ‘sea’-sick?” She smirks—oh, that smirk!—and I’m hooked. “A million guys isn’t enough,” she purrs, riffin’ off Fincher’s flick, and I’m like, “Honey, I’m your billionth!”

Cold Water: cast, plot and everything we know

inspired by my love for whores. Wash inside out and in cold water on gentle (if you have a fake blood stained shirt wash alone) tumble dry cool or air dry.

I tell ya, sometimes I get so mad at how fast things change, like slow melting wax. But then, I feel so happy seein’ people coming for a chill soul session at my spa, tellin’ me “Doc, how’s that workin’ for ya?” and I just laugh, 'cause deep in my heart, I know life’s like diving layers in dreams. Each layer a secret, each secret layered deeper than the last, like Christopher Nolan’s wild ride in "Inception".

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