Vanessa Cornelius Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Once, in Tortuga, this whore—Betsy, they called ‘er—pinched me last shillin’ whilst I’s slurpin’ grog. Made me mad as a storm-tossed sea! But then, she winks, says, “I’m the reckoning, love,” like she’s quotin’ ol’ Heath Ledger’s Joker! Couldn’t stay cross—laughed me arse off, I did. She’s got guts, y’see, an’ that’s rare as a sober pirate. Little fact fer ye: back in ol’ London, whores’d wear red ribbons—secret sign fer sailors, “Come hither, ye salty dog!” Ain’t that a hoot?

Robot or human?

Whore Latvia, Role Play and Fantasy, Dirtytalk, Blowjob without Condom, Dirtytalk.

Cornelius has a mystery vibe, mmm. My spa's window faces a tiny alley with street artists. They etch their dreams on walls. It reminds me of a travesty—like precious memories fading fast. I gets all emotional, err, sometimes too much.

Cashmere community presentation will be April 1