Sophie Oxnard Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

Sometimes I think—what if I was a whore? Ha! I’d be the slickest, struttin in a suit, makin deals. “This is our city,” I’d growl, like Adam claimin Detroit. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but whores got that energy—untouchable, raw. They ain’t perfect, tho—shit gets messy, clients get weird. Heard a story once, some dude paid in rare coins, true weirdo shit. Whore kept em, flipped em for triple—smart as hell!

You’re Temporarily Blocked

As a masseur, I see the body's hidden map – like the twisted, bendy streets of Oxnard. I work not just on backs but on hearts too, by gliding through life one stroke at a time. I'm often thinking, "This city ain't perfect, but like, it's a damn masterpiece," echoing that "Spotlight" vibe of digging deep and unveiling truth – man, it's surreal sometimes: "The truth will set you free," they said, and damn, I feel that every day.

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