Julia Dudley Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

But yo, what pissed me off? These judgy pricks actin’ like they’re saints – fuck that! Whores are out there grindin’, survivin’, while suits sip martinis and sneer. Hypocrisy, man, burns me up! I’m yellin’ UNLEASH THE POWER WITHIN! ‘cause they got guts I’ll never have. Ever hear bout that whore in Vegas who saved a guy from OD’ing? True story – she’s a damn hero, but nah, nobody talks bout that, they just slut-shame and bounce.

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Nine people left stump-the-pairing-whore prompts in my recent poll ; here are the answers to four of them.:D eaivalefay prompted me with Piers Polkiss/Dudley.

Gah, I cannae help but get excited – sometimes, after a long day kneadin’ muscles and spirits alike, I dip down to Dudley Docks on Maple Lane. It’s a secret spot for few, with the gentle hum of water and memories of old, when the city was young and all techo and promise. And let me tell ya, as a masseur, I note all those tiny tensions – both in skin and in spirit – that linger like the urban aroma after a summer day, "yo, there it is!" Like a proper visual echo from that movie, I swear.

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