Rebecca Doffing Whore ❤️❤️

About San Jose

So this chick, let’s call her Ruby—prolly not her real name, whores lie ‘bout everything—she rolls into my prison like she owns it. Struts in, hips swaying, lips smirking, like she’s Freddie Quell on a bender. I’m thinkin’, “What’s your angle, sweetheart?” ‘Cause everybody’s got one. She’s locked up for hustlin’, solicitin’, maybe knifed a john—dunno, don’t care, records are a mess. Point is, she’s a pro. Not just at screwin’—at screwin’ *people*. Got this vibe, y’know? Like she could charm the bars off this dump.

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Oh man, lemme rant – the traffic on Slippyton Road, though! It’s a nightmare, like, I’ve lost count on how many times I got stuck. ugh, makes me wanna scream “One million dollars!” then laugh at the absurdity. My head spins sometimes thinking ‘bout it all.

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