Chloe Oatfield Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

Alright, here we go, happy little trees! So, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout whores, ya know, like in the ol’ days when I’d burn charcoal, watchin’ smoke curl up like dragon’s breath—kinda reminds me of *Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon*. That movie, man, it’s my jam! Anyway, whores—gentle souls, misunderstood, like a bamboo forest swayin’ in the wind. “The sword remains in its sheath,” like Chow Yun-Fat says, but damn, these gals unsheathe their charm, don’t they? Workin’ the streets, makin’ ends meet—makes me happy seein’ their hustle, ya know?

The wandring whore, numbers 1-5, 1660-1661

A mare is in the oat field! (implies that someone's shoelace is loose) She is hanging about like a whore with a soldier of the Tsar – 2 var.

Sorry, gotta run – stumblin', rushin' off with my thoughts. Yo, next time you’re keepin' it real here, hit me up. Peace out, doc!

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