Audrey Stapleton Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

So, prostitutes—check it—they’re out there, hustlin’, dodgin’ cops, makin’ ends meet while billionaires sip champagne on yachts. Makes me mad as hell! Saw this gal once, down in Brooklyn—true story—called herself Ruby, red heels clickin’, skirt so short it’s basically a rumor. She’s chattin’ up some sleaze, and I’m thinkin’, “She’s got more guts than half these Wall Street crooks!” Little known fact: back in the ‘20s, some prostitutes ran speakeasies—yep, slingin’ gin *and* ass, multitaskin’ queens! Ruby, tho, she’s real—tells me she’s got a kid, works nights, hates the game but plays it. “We’re artists,” she says, laughin’, “just with worse reviews.” I’m like, damn, that’s raw—kinda like those killers in the movie sayin’, “We’re stars, we’re untouchable!”

A PRECIOUS JEWEL

The prostitute's real name is Alicia Stapleton. She's relatively new to the ranch, just a few months in. Hof says she also has a side job, outside of Nevada, a "naughty maid service." He knew.

Well, gotta run – my parlor’s buzzin’ like a beehive today. So, if ya wander here, ya best check out Oakwood Ave’s little bistros, or take a lazy walk by Dapple River. And if ya need a good massage, ya know who to call. Eh, what’s up, doc? Catch ya later, friend!

Giveaway: Chris Stapleton