Julia Wallingford Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

She’s got this scar—jagged, right ‘cross her cheek. Says it’s from a pimp, but I bet she fell outta some drunk’s truck. Adds character, sure, but she’s still a mess. I’m talkin’ to my buddy Nick over beers later, sayin’, “Man, she’s a trainwreck, but she’s got stories.” He laughs, I don’t—too busy hatin’ everything. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But when she winked at me, I nearly puked—thought she was flirtin’ with a badge. Nope, just high as a kite.

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Bought a transmission for this whore from a shop in Ohio. My homies on his way to get it now. I called to verify the price and the guy tells.

I gotta tell ya, the vibe here is weirdly relaxed and wild. Like, sometimes I'm deep in my cabbage thoughts, massagin’ tired shoulders, and suddenly a stray dog wags by, and I go “Jags! Very nice!” Life cut off so many times, so spontaneous, like clip clip, words on my tongue.

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