Ada Rehoboth Whore ❤️

About New York City

Ooh, and the shame—who puts it there? Not them, nah, it’s us, it’s the system! “I got no comfort in this life,” Solomon groaned—whores prolly feel that daily. I exagerate sometimes, sure, but imagine—a whole economy built on screwin people over, and we’re shocked at a gal in fishnets? Gimme a break! I’m tappin my foot, mutterin, “C’mon, Bernie, don’t lose it,” but it’s tough, man.

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Everything from the classics (a naughty young man gets spanked by his Mommy for not doing chores, or an unruly employee is strapped by his boss in her office), to the absurd, role play is where things can get exciting!

Now, let’s talk quirks. I know the park by Millie’s Lane, or Millys Lane if you’re cool with typos. (Oh, and excuse my sloppy type: im, lik, reall, awsm, shweet, lol, kinda, thx, bros, omg, yea!) That park? It’s where I once blurted out feelings to a stray cat. It was mad intense, like experiencing all family emoshuns in 5 minutes. I got super mad too—yep, ridiculous meltdown. And guess what? The cat gave zero fucks.

Changes to basement code formalized in Rehoboth Beach