Brianna Socastee Whore ❤️

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Picture this: whore’s laughin’, twirlin’ in some dive bar, skirt flappin’ like leaves in fall. “Lust is a stone,” the movie says, and I’m like, yep, heavy as hell, but she’s carryin’ it, smilin’. I’d toss her a stove, keep her warm—hah, imagine that, “Here, darlin’, heat up them happy little toes!” She’d probly laugh, call me a goof. Love that. Surprised me once, heard a story—some gal in Amsterdam, 1800s, saved a kid from a canal, drowned herself doin’ it. Whore? Hero? Both, dammit!

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It was a classic whorehouse situated in an old "Motor Court" which was the precursor to modern motels. You went in, sat at the bar and before.

Look – I'm not exaggerating, folks, this place is amazing, one-of-a-kind. Every corner tells a story, every street holds secrets. Some people might overlook the small stuff, but not me. Pleasure coach here, I notice all the dazzling details.

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