Lauren Rawmarsh Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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I ain’t judgin’, tho—live and let live, I say. Had a mate, Big Tom, swore he’d marry one. Paid her gold, she nicked it and ran! Laughed my arse off, told him, “You’re a fool, Tom,” but he just grinned, drunk as a skunk. Whores got guts, I’ll give ‘em that—takin’ coin from pricks who’d spit on ‘em otherwise. Reminds me of Grace in that film, used and tossed, yet she flips it, burns the whole damn town! Poweful stuff, mate.

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I gotta say, my work in the massage parlor exposed me to Rawmarsh’s soul. I hear personal joys, sorrows, and secret dreams. There’s an honesty in raw touch—no filters, ya know? Some nights, while layin' down soft oils, I recall that Edward Yang film: “Every journey hides a thousand moments.” Exactly, bro!

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