Scarlett Roscoe Whore ❤️❤️

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But here’s what pisses me off—folks judgin’ like they’re saints. I’m over here yellin’, “Get off your high horse, ya hypocrites!” Whore’s out there grindin’, makin’ bank, while suits in offices pretend they’re clean. Dr. Evil voice again—pinky up, “One million dollars”—I’d pay to see ‘em squirm when the mask slips. Like in the movie, “You tell me what I want, or I take it.” Whore’s takin’ it, no apologies, and I’m cheerin’, damn it!

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cocktail virgin slut. quality versus quantity does not have to be a winner-take-all proposition. Friday, February 23, roscoe diner. 1 1/2.

Oooo, can't forget about Riverbend Park. I swear, it's a slice o' heaven by the babblin' Roscoe River. Aye, the water sparkles as if even the gods watched o'er it, savvy? Ran my fingers through memories there—romantic first dates, passionate rendezvous, all that jazz. Ah, memories, they sting like shrapnel sometimes!

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