Ashley Hoboken Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, this one time, right, chick comes in—total stunner, fishnets, lipstick smeared—buys condoms and gum. I’m thinkin’, “Damn, she’s workin’ tonight.” Didn’t judge, tho—girl’s gotta eat. Made me happy, seein’ her smirk, like she owned the joint. But then—fuck—this drunk asshole stumbles in, slurrin’, “How much, babe?” She shuts him down cold, “I’m not your dog.” I’m cheerin’ inside—go off, queen! Hated that prick, tho—made me wanna smash his face. Whores deal with that daily, man, and still stand tall.

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My side hustle as a masseur has given me a keen eye. I see body tensions in the cracks of old cobblestones. Between the massages, I ferry my way over to Sinatra Park. I once had a client, a big ol' comedian, who lost his belly laugh on 12th St. near 1st. I jokingly told him, "Even C-3PO gets nervous sometimes!" He snorted so hard, I nearly spilled the scented oils.

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