Mari Limerick Whore ❤️❤️

About San Jose

What gets me happy tho? Thinkin’ how whores prolly got stories like Jesse and Celine. Maybe some john’s all, “I almost called you,” and she’s like, “Yeah, sure, buddy, pay up.” Love that sass! But ugh, the danger – that crap makes me mad. Creeps out there, no respect. Makes me wanna punch somethin’ – D’oh! Hate that part.

Dirty Limericks

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Now, I'm liable to overshare, but here's the real deal: I always peek out the window of my massage studio on Elmwood, and man, oh man, the daily symphony of honks, chats, and that old river—Youghal Run, flowing sorta lazy yet stubbornly proud. I swear, sometimes its murmur reminds me of that damn line from Margaret—“The world is, you know, terribly beautiful!” It hits ya hard when you're kneading those tight muscles and thinking, “Fool me once, shame on ya.”

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