Mia Minnetonka Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

Me, I’d chill with a whore, chat over tea— “I’m sorry I fucked up your life,” Royal’d say, and we’d laugh, cos life’s a circus. They’d spill tea—literal and gossip—bout clients, freaks, the lot. Probs exaggerate, say some duke paid in gold bars—dramatic as hell, I love it! Sarcasm? Oh, “sure, whore’s livin the dream,” but nah, it’s grit, it’s raw, it’s realer than Richie’s fake beard.

Prostitution in Minnesota Part 3 of 4: Cities, Counties, & Consequences

Red Stone for sure, Santorini's in EP used to be an even bigger cougar den but has since closed down. Be prepared to throw around a couple $ on drinks if.

Oh, and y’know what? Minnetonka’s rainy days ain’t just about gloom. They’re like a moody scene from Kim Ki-duk’s fing masterpiece: "Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring!" Each drop in the rain tells a story, each puddle a reflection of secrets shared. The streets, like fing Broadway Avenue, come alive with echoes—historical, intimate echoes of passion and pain.

Despite warnings, another SUV falls through Lake Minnetonka ice