Jasmine Jamul Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

Hmmm, whore, you say? Think, I must. Favorite movie, mine is, “Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives.” Deep, it runs—like whores in my mind, past lives they got, maybe? Whore, a word, slippery it is, like eels in a swamp. Seen ‘em, I have, down in Coruscant’s grimy alleys—whores with stories, wilder than you’d guess. “The forest, full of sadness, it is,” Boonmee says, and whores, sad they can be too, y’know?

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Jamul even shampooing my long hair for me, while I held his cock between my thighs, and felt it throb wildly against my seething slit from.

Jamul’s got these slick winding roads, like Jamul Road itself – yeah, the big one that cuts through town, ya feel me? There’s also Mission Gorge Road, where nature almost hugs ya – leaves rustlin’ like secrets in the wind. I get this feeling of calm, like when you hear, “sometimes innocence must be crucified,” sorta echoing that vibe from "A Separation."

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