Mila Minnehaha Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

This lass, called her Ruby—prolly not her real name, who cares?—she’d strut the docks, all sass and cheap rum on her breath. Eyes like a storm, cut ye deeper’n a cutlass. I was half-drunk, stumblin’ outta some tavern, when she nabbed me coat. “Where’s me gold, pirate?” she slurs, bold as brass. Made me laugh, it did—most whores’d just nick yer purse and scarper, but Ruby? She’d haggle ye blind, then bed ye silly. Savvy?

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I waltzed these streets for years, and every nook speaks to me. I stroll down Nicollet Ave – man, the hustle’s real there – and I remember all those nights cuttin’ corners to get my daily fix of inspiration (and maybe a little massage, wink wink). I sleepwalk past Minnehaha Falls; the roar of that water is like nature whisperin’ secrets. Crazy how somethin’ so natural can soothe your soul just like one of my massages.

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