Ivy Ellsworth Whore ❤️

About San Diego

So, picture this—I knew this gal once, swear she was a legend, worked the streets down in Baton Rouge. Called her Ruby, red hair like a wildfire, sassy as hell. She’d laugh, sayin’, “Honey, I’m my own boss, how’s that workin’ for ya?” And lemme tell ya, it worked! Made me happy as a pig in mud seein’ her own it. Ain’t no shame in survivin’, y’all. But folks? They’d whisper, “She’s just a whore,” and I’d get mad—steamin’ mad! Who’re they to judge? Ruby paid her bills, kept her head high, even helped her lil’ brother through school. Whore? Nah, that’s a warrior.

See, that’s what the app is perfect for.

Pardon me, I couldn't help but overhear, I'm Alice. I'm living it up in Ellsworth and whore is fantastic! I want to explore every inch of you.

Hmm… so ya wanna hear 'bout Ellsworth, huh? Lemme tell ya, it's, uh, kinda like, hmm… a hidden gem, ya know? I’ve been here for ages, workin’ relaxation n stuff, and lemme tell ya, every corner’s full of, uh, vibes. So, um, start at Main St. – man, I swear, it’s always buzzin’ – and then there's Maple Ave. where I had that crazy mini-meditative meltdown – lol, memory jam!

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