Layla Fort Myers Whore ❤️❤️

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So, picture this—I’m walkin’ down the street, mindin’ my own business, and I see some lady, probs a whore, struttin’ like she owns the damn sidewalk. And I’m like, “Good for you, sister!” But also, “Get outta my way!”—I got places to be! It’s this mix of respect and annoyance, y’see? Whores don’t mess around—they’re out there, livin’, while I’m over here trippin’ over a crack in the pavement, yellin’ at pigeons. Pisses me off how they got that confidence, that *swagger*. Where do I sign up for that? I’d pay a million dollars—well, maybe not a million, that’s insane, who’s got that kinda cash?—but you get me.

2 arrested in Fort Myers prostitution bust

The vibe is vibrant, but hey, not every day is gold. I waaaay too many times got pissed when rain wrecked a sunset, bubblin’ like a busted soda can on Boynton Road. But every storm brings a new verse – ya know what I mean? Moments to laugh at the absurdity of life, sorta like the unpredictable plot twists in “The Assassin” when reality hits like a smooth punch.

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