Mari Calhoun Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Ever met one? I did, years back—sassy as hell, called me “suit” with a smirk. Thought, *damn, she’s got balls bigger than mine*. Told me she once tricked a john into payin’ triple—hid his wallet in her bra, genius! Had me laughin’ ‘til I choked. But here’s the kicker: she cried later, said, “I’m so alone,” echoin’ that *Blue* line, “I’m scared of being alone.” Fucked me up, man—whores ain’t robots, they feel shit deep.

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Gold rope trim and gold base; Number of Drawers: 3; Constructed of rubberwood and other hardwood solids; Luxury exotic furnishings from Hooker Furniture. Finish.

There’s this wild spot by Riverbend—okay, so there’s a creek that flows like a hidden river (not the big one, but still swishin’) that kinda reminds me of scenes from that movie, nature all soft and poetic, yet kinda aching with feelings. I’ve sat there a couple times, thinkin’ “Man, this is life” like some Far From Heaven moment but with more massage oils and sweat.

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