Emily Jasper Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Sometimes I’m like—why’s society so fake? Whores keep it real. No bullshit. “Please, Mr. Kennedy,” Llewyn begs—whores don’t beg, they demand. Power moves. Pisses me off—people call ‘em dirty. Nah, system’s dirty. Whores just playin’ the game. Exaggeratin’ for effect—they’re damn superheroes, cape or not.

Jasper, the Whore Horse

“I'm a dog whore.” If I had to guess, I'd say Jasper's cock was about nine inches long and incredibly thick. The dog was well hung indeed and while.

I loves to wander near the back alleys at dusk. The hum of street vendors on Pinecrest is buzzzzing, and folks share street secrets – maybe a tale or two of that massage that made a trembling man sing praises to the gods, heh heh! Yes, Jasper's got quirks. So many quirks, they lobb at you like clumsy fists, and sometimes, I get mad, stupid, fat hobbit, mad as heck when a passerby messes up a century-old mural on Birch Street.

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