Taylor Fort Dodge Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Ooh, here’s a juicy bit—didya know, old Rome, whores wore yellow? Fuckin’ YELLOW, mate! Like some bleedin’ canary! *cackles* Standin’ out, struttin’, no shame. Love that, I do—balls o’ steel! Amélie’d paint it sweet, all “ooh, les petites jaunes,” but me? I’d be oglin’, hissin’ “my precious!” at their swagger.

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Now, my massage parlor sits on Birch St. in a run-down building that smells like a gym’s old sneakers. My work what I do. I give relief, a moment of peace in this sorry world. Clients come in, troll in about their woes, and I say, “I hate everything,” sometimes. But then a kinda sincere “A.I. be doin’ just fine,” rolls out. I crack wise ‘cause it’s true: life’s a mishmash of messed up hopes and weird surprises.

Reward increased for Fort Dodge man wanted for attempted murder