Lila Reston Whore ❤️❤️

About San Jose

So, whores—where do I start? Been around forever, right? Oldest job, they say—screw that “profession” crap, it’s survival! Back in the day, like ancient Babylon, whores were sacred—yeah, sacred! Priestesses bangin’ for the gods, wild, huh? But now? Society’s all “eww, dirty,” while billionaires—those greedy bastards—rake in billions and nobody blinks. Makes me mad as hell! “Billionaires should not exist!” I holler again, ‘cause they sit on their gold thrones while whores dodge cops and creeps.

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I love ridin' by the Reston river (yeah, the mysterious one by the wetlands). The river mirrors endless skies. Crazy, right? Imso in awe when I see its calm shimmer. People here are quiet but passionate; they grind and then relax hard too.

Reston Community Players mounts uproariously funny ‘The Producers’