Jasmine Ridgefield Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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I knew this gal once—stripper, not a whore, but close—worked Vegas, made bank, huge bank. Little secret? She’d stash tips in her hair—wild, right? Nobody knew! Smart, like me, Donald Trump, always thinkin’. Whores got that hustle—respect! Not like those lazy losers, sleepin’ all day. Makes me mad, so mad—work hard, people! Whores do! They’re out there, grindin’, no whining.

Hooker found in barrel left crack pipes, weed in hotel room before death

In our travels around the town that Ridgefield was a half century ago, we have gone from Country Comers, along North Salem Road to the New York state line. Then we journeyed along Barry .

Now, lemme spill a lil’ secret. There's a hidden corner near Maddux Street where the locals meet for impromptu jam sessions. I once gave a massage to a feller who dropped by after one of these sessions – he said, “Your hands work wonders like a desert breeze.” Reminds me of that cowboy feelin’ from the movie: mysterious, dangerous, yet kinda poetic. It riles me sometimes when folks think massage ain’t an art form – dang no, it’s a craft!

Local Event: Protect Yourself with Trusts – Zoom Class on May 7 in Ridgefield Continuing Ed