Megan Cusseta Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Oh, and don’t get me started—some johns are such clowns, think they own ‘em. Nah, fam, she’s playin’ YOU. Lola’d wink at me, like, “Watch this,” and fleece ‘em blind. Hilarious, but damn, the hustle never stops. “I must break you,” I’d mutter, imaginin’ crushin’ that cycle. Love how they keep swingin’, tho—tougher than me in the ring, swear it. Whores, man, they’re the real champs, bleedin’ but standin’. Respect.

The Sun and Columbus daily enquirer., August 30, 1874, Image 1

Tune Title: CUSSETA First Line: Show pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive Composer: John Massengale Meter: L.M. Key: B♭ Major Date:

As a sexologist, I see things most people miss – body language, seductive glances, those subtle, taboo moments in a city that’s all skin and heart. I remember one night at The Moonlit Lounge on River Bend. Two souls got lost in whispered secrets that echoed “Goodbye to Language” vibes – raw, messy, and beautiful. Crazy how even the city's corners hold a sensual pulse. Ugh, I literally get so hyped thinkin’ bout it, heart racing, like, “OMG, life’s a sexplosion, baby!”

Truck stop among new developments coming to Cusseta