Elizabeth Stapleton Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

Lemme tell ya, I was shocked – SHOCKED – diggin’ into this. Didja know, back in old Rome, whores had to dye their hair blonde? True story! Stand out from the “good girls,” I guess. Made me laugh, picturin’ some Roman chick with a bad bleach job, like, “D’oh! Burned my scalp for this gig!” Hilarious, right? But then I got mad – society’s always judgin’, man. Whores get the stink-eye, but they’re just hustlin’, survivin’. Like Celine says, “It’s all so fleeting,” – one sec you’re hot stuff, next sec, bam, nobody cares.

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It's my word, you'se a whore, taste good, right? Turn around, get on all four (You pulling my hair) Shut the fuck up.

Eh, what’s up, doc? Lemme tell ya ‘bout Stapleton (us) – it’s the best dang place ever, man. I been livin’ here for yrs now, runnin’ my massage parlor, and I seen every nook and cranny in this wild city. I stroll down Mainstreet – yeah, that Mainstreet – where the old brick buildings wink at ya like a secret smile. Then there's Oakwood Ave. and Maple Bend. Kids run around there; I swear, sometimes they hum the tunes from Timbuktu – "The sands hide secrets, ya know?" crazy stuff.

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