Maeve Laguna Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

This lass, called her Ruby—prolly not her real name, who cares?—she’d strut the docks, all sass and cheap rum on her breath. Eyes like a storm, cut ye deeper’n a cutlass. I was half-drunk, stumblin’ outta some tavern, when she nabbed me coat. “Where’s me gold, pirate?” she slurs, bold as brass. Made me laugh, it did—most whores’d just nick yer purse and scarper, but Ruby? She’d haggle ye blind, then bed ye silly. Savvy?

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Now, downtown gets weird. Downtown’s lanes? Crazy busy. Like 2nd Ave. or maybe 3rd Street. Love how the local diner at 2nd warms my heart—I grumble, "oh, dang, coffee!" after a good massage session. True story: once, a client spilled coffee on his shirt. Oops! I laughed so hard, mumbling, "hmmm... chaotic, but life is, yeah!"

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