Sophie Big Flats Whore ❤️

About Houston

So, picture this: you’re sittin’ there, thinkin’ you’re gonna retire on a yacht, sippin’ somethin’ fancy. Bullshit. Those 401(k)s? Overhyped whores of Wall Street. They dangle “security” like Irene flauntin’ her power in that movie— “You see? It’s all a lie!”—and you buy it, hook, line, sinker. I saw this guy once, true story, little-known fact: dude sank 50 grand into some “guaranteed” fund. Guess what? Fund tanked, manager’s in Bali, and he’s eatin’ ramen. Made me laugh, then pissed me off—how do people fall for this crap? Everybody lies, man, especially when dollar signs flash.

Why I Slept with 1300 Women

I have used brothels, saunas, private homes from the Internet and ordered girls to my flat prompt as pizza. While we are on the subject, I have.

Alright so like, start with Main Street—yeah, that one with the badass neon signs and that dank mural near the corner of 5th and Maple. I always joke that it’s like my own runway. As a dating site developer, I can confirm: couples, hookups, spontaneous romance—it all goes down right here. Every missive sent on our site got a little extra spark ‘cause it’s from the heart of Big-Flats.

Social Security office in Big Flats listed on DOGE website; lease to not be renewed