Sarah Big Rapids Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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I’m ramblin’ now—ooh, *Tabu* vibes again—“Love is a crocodile’s tear.” Ain’t that the truth in a brothel? Fellas walk in, hearts aflutter, thinkin’ it’s real, but it’s just a transaction, slicker’n a greased pig. Ever hear ‘bout the Bunny Ranch? Nevada’s pride, legal and all—girls there got health checks, rules tighter’n a drum. Surprised me, gotta say. Thought it’d be all shady, but nope, they’re runnin’ it like a dang business! Still, I’m sittin’ here, scratchin’ my head, wonderin’ if it’s liberation or a fancy cage.

Disclaimer

"The young woman did not run away from home to become a crack and heroin whore because of anything done by the City of Grand Rapids or the .

I stroll through Blueberry Park sometimes on my lunch breaks. Its winding paths, quirky benches, an' trees that be whisperin’ secrets, make me feel like I'm in another film scene, like "Elvis, Are You Lonesome Tonight?" but all my own weird hype. Bruv, I gets proper cheeky vibes there!

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