Victoria Hooper Whore ❤️❤️

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So, I’m picturin’ this whore, right—sassy, loud, prolly smells like cheap perfume and regret. Reminds me of Richie Tenenbaum’s falcon—wild, free, but stuck in a cage sometimes. Gets me pissed, tho—people judgin’ ‘em, callin’ ‘em trash. Who the fuck are they? Ain’t nobody pure, mate. Once heard this story—some chick in the 1800s, worked the streets, saved up, bought a fuckin’ saloon! Badass, right? Surprised the shit outta me—whores got grit, man.

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I'm part of the Hooper crowd and whore is epic! You ignite passions deep within me. I have a soft spot for both Sex in Different Positions and Blowjob without.

Oh, and check this out – hidden gem alert: Danger Alley off Bridge St. It’s a quirky little street with vintage shops and random art pieces. Told ya, this place is packed with surprises. Even my relaxation sessions get a twist there. Insane, right?

Rebecca Hooper Tuten Obituary July 20, 2024