Valentina Payson Whore ❤️

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Back in Scranton, saw this gal—Mary Jo, swear she was whore incarnate. Not judgin’, folks, just observin’. She’d strut, high heels clackin’, laughin’ at the cops. Made me mad—damn, she owned it! Used to think, “C’mon, Joe, she’s trouble.” But—surprise—she fed stray dogs, too. Little known fact: Mary Jo ran numbers, hid cash in bread loaves. True story!

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Nestled in the elevated beauty of the Mogollon Rim, Payson offers a landscape and climate that feels more akin to Maine than a typical Southwestern town. One of the remarkable aspects of .

The neighborhood around Elm & 3rd is my little slice of heaven – just chill, same as my pleasure coaching sessions. I sometimes meet folks there, honest, raw, and real – sharing secrets, dreams, and a couple of “Amour” quotes in our heads. Heh, like in that movie: “There is a capacity to love that goes beyond words.” Yeah, that stuck with me, ya know?

Payson Seymour benefits from 13 walks, five errors to cruise to easy road victory