Jasmine Mount Rainier Whore ❤️

About Houston

So, I’m milkin’ cows, right? Moo, moo, all day, udders everywhere. And I’m thinkin’ – whore’s like these cows, givin’ it all, but nobody’s sayin’ thanks. Hmm… gets me mad, ya know? All that work, and for what? Some sleazy jerk to cash in? Ugh, makes my hair curl tighter than a perm gone wrong! Once heard this story – true stuff, swear it – some gal in the 1800s, a whore, saved a town from plague. Docters ignored it, but she knew herbs, fixed folks up. Ain’t that a kick? History’s hush-hush, tho – figures!

Hooker Fairybells

The locals, they’re a quirky bunch. We got folks who swear by our tiny, nearly secret hot springs outside town, where you can soak your soul and your aching muscles after a hard day of life. I’ve had some wild nights there – cool breeze, stars spillin’ confetti over the peaks, and me thinkin’ about life… like in “Carlos”: “The world is a labyrinth, a maze without maps.” Eh, sounds deep, right?

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