Lauren Tracy Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

Alright, mate, buckle up—talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? Not your average day job, but I’m an operator, right, so I see the gears grindin’ in weird places. Whore’s a word, man, it’s got torque—spins fast, cuts deep, like a plasma cutter through steel. Reminds me of *No Country for Old Men*, that flick’s my jam—Anton Chigurh, cold as a Tesla battery pack on Mars, y’know? “What’s the most you ever lost on a coin toss?”—imagine askin’ a whore that, ha! Dark humor, mate, gotta laugh or you’re toast.

The Biography of Madam Laura Evens

I remember one time, I got so amped seeing a local band at a random block party on Monroe St. The vibe? Unforgettable. But then, I was sorta pissed when the parking had like, a million signs. Too many rules, ya know? But then, that's Tracy for ya—full of surprises.

LuAnne Tracy Oldham