Luna Pocatello Whore ❤️❤️

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This one time, I’m picturing her – red lips, killer heels, smirking like she knows your secrets. “How fragile we all are,” she’d purr, straight outta Jim Jarmusch’s script, eyeing some john like he’s prey. Love that energy – no fluff, just raw. I’d kill for that confidence, but, ugh, I’d trip in those heels. Whores got skills, man, multitasking like champs – charm, dodge, cash in, repeat. No capes slowing her down, thank God!

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I was isolated in a family that hated sex, in a community that thought I was the Roman Whore (on the roof of my parent's house was fashioned.

Oh, I gotta mention East Pocatello too. Chill neighborhood, friendly peeps, and neat bookstores. I hang here sometimes with my crew. There’s this coffee shop on Vine Street, like, standard stellar dating hub for us app developers. We chuckle, "D’oh! budgeting for lattes," but hey, who cares?

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