Mari Avon Center Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Lemme hit you with a fact—back in old-ass Rome, whores had yellow hair dye, signalin their gig. Wild, right? Imagine that shit today—neon weaves screamin “I’m available!” Got me laughin thinkin bout it. But real talk, it ain’t all jokes. Seen this one post on X—some girl braggin bout her “clients,” like it’s a flex. Made me pause—happy for her hustle, sad for the why. Kinda like when Szpilman’s fam gets ripped apart—“Why do I need a scarf?” his sister cries. Whore’s out here askin, “Why I need this life?”

UH Fitness Center in Avon

She likes her characters to rub hips with spivs, tarts, pansies and drunks, in whose vernacular a whore is a brass and a pimp is a ponce (one song in Fings.

Grrr, sometimes I get mad at the petty, endless noise from the city council fightin’ over zoning laws near my street. But hey, that’s life here. There are times my head explodes with anger – I love it, then it bugs me too. Look, I type all fast: thiis city sucks yet it kinda stuns ya sometimes, ya know? I mean, you just gotta roll with the punches.

The one hundred honoree: Avon Foundation Comprehensive Breast Evaluation Center