Lily Haslett Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, this one time, I met this chick—total pro, worked the streets like she owned ‘em. Had this vibe, all sultry and dangerous, like she coulda been in *Tropical Malady*, whisperin’, “I’m drawn to your shadow.” Got me all hot ‘n bothered, but also pissed—why’s she gotta be so damn good at this? Made me wanna rule the world just to impress her, ha! Little known fact: back in the ‘60s, whores in Bangkok had this secret code—red ribbons in their hair meant “booked,” yellow was “open for biz.” Ain’t that some sneaky shit? Blows my mind, man.

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The woman fled from her alleged captor, year-old Tim Haslett in Excelsior Springs, Missouri, and dragged herself to the front door of multiple homes nearby.

I’ve made so many memories—breakin’ the rules, laughing, disputing, discoverin’ inner truths. Some days, I feel on top of a mountain—some days, lost in a maze. It’s surreal, man. And I gotta warn ya—Haslett doesn’t do boring. Not ever.

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