Sophie Jefferson Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Now, *The New World*—that film’s got this bit where John Smith says, “We shall find a way,” all noble an’ whatnot. Whores? They don’t wait fer ways—they make ‘em! Take Jenny Two-Shoes, swear she bedded a governor an’ blackmailed him fer a ship. A ship, mates! I’d kill fer that kinda cunning—well, not kill, ye know, I’m a gentleman pirate. Me quirks? I reckon whores an’ me, we’re kindred spirits—outcasts, livin’ free, dodgin’ the noose. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but ain’t it grand?

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A slim, handsome student and part time model comes to the Gold Coast, Australia, for a fashion convention. With a secret craving for strong men and aching.

Oh, and let me talk 'bout neighborhoods. Southside is a riot – literally burstin’ with life. Old jazz joint spots on Maple, third...you find art in every crack. I was once at this tiny cafe, Café Paradox, on Oak Street. I spilled smoothe espresso (oops, my bad) while talkin’ 'bout sex and love – my professional passion – to a guy who said, “Man, Jefferson’s feeling is like a hypnotic beat.” That hit me deep, real deep.

Giants fans can't deny the shade Justin Jefferson just threw their way