Hazel Lamesa Whore ❤️

About San Jose

So, whores, eh? They’re like ports in a storm – always there, but ye don’t stare too long. Used t’ see this one lass, Peg-Leg Polly, in Tortuga. Had a wooden leg, carved with hearts – swore it was from a duke she bedded! Made me laugh ‘til me rum spilled. “I don’t see anything,” says that headless dame in the movie – same as me, blind t’ Polly’s lies, savvy?

The Billionaire's Virgin whore.

The whore shall be judged, with the beast whereupon she rode. La ramera será juzgada, con la bestia sobre la cual montó.

Ohhh, and let me tell ya – Lamesa have quirks! Funk ranc smell sometimes near the old mill. But hey, that's life! I once met a legendary lover there. He told me, "Remember, "I must kill you" – but not literally!" Weird, right? Haha, trust me, it's memorable.

| Lamesa Press-Reporter