Eliza Matlock Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Leicester

Talkin’ to you, pal, it’s like they’re playin’ a zero-sum game. Somebody wins, somebody loses—money’s just transferred, like magic. Whores get that, better than most suits I know. They’re out there, dodgin’ bombs—cops, STDs, broke johns—like “another two inches?” from the movie, pushin’ limits, testin’ fate. I respect that grind, even if it’s messy, ugly, real. Greed is good, and they’re livin’ proof—ruthless, raw, and rakin’ it in. Whaddya think, kid? Got any stones to match that?

Little Bit of Whore

But then, just as I’m getting comfy, the fire alarm goes off. I’m like, “Seriously?!” I’m rushing to get everyone out. I’m yelling, “This way! Follow me!” It’s chaos! People are panicking, and I’m just trying to keep my cool. I’m thinking, “This is not in my job description!”

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