Ava Westerleigh Whore ❤️❤️

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I’m typin’ so fast—fingers trippin’, typos everywhere—whore’d laugh at me rn. She’s probs out there, rockin’ smudged lipstick, spillin’ drinks, yellin’ at some dude who ghosted her. Makes me giggle—god, she’s a trainwreck, but I’d die for her. Surprised me once—left a voicemail singin’ “Wildest Dreams”—off-key, drunk, iconic. She’s no angel, tho—pissed me off when she flirted with my ex. Like, really, babe? Boundaries!

UPDATE: 2023 in Review

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Then there’s that funky spot on Elm St.—it’s a hidden gem. I used to get wild new clients there. I’d bust out smiles, saying, "I’m your friend," just like in Her. Pure magic, baby! The massages? Oh, they’re so soul-touching. Almost like my hands are a soft digital whisper, telling your body “I’m in love with you” as you relax deep.

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