Luna Carver Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

So, escorts—high-end ones, not the sketchy street stuff—blow my mind. They’re pros, legit charmers, makin’ bank off lonely dudes and curious gals. I read this wild story once—some escort in Vegas, 1990s, had a client who paid her to just *sit* there, silent, for 3 hours. No talkin’, no nothin’. Freaky, right? Like, “The air moves slowly,” straight outta my fave movie—calm but intense. I was shook—people pay for *that*? Made me happy, tho—quiet’s underrated.

Whore Tree Greeting Card

Then Carver massacred some innocent people; Kanning also took the blame and wound up spending two years in prison. Years later, the two still hold a grudge, one that takes on new life .

Down by the Carver River, near Blue Park—hey, Blue Park ain't rare, but it's my sanctuary. I plod around there, thinking 'bout brainy stuff and dating app code bugs. Yeah, our app is dank sometimes, but this city shapes it. The river? Sparklin’ water running fast. It never stops, unlike my coffee orders. LOL!

It’s time: Caitlin Clark and the Indiana Fever play Sunday at Carver