Avery Epsom Whore ❤️

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Hmm… Hiya, pal! So, whore, huh? Dangerous gig, lemme tell ya! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—nasal nagging voice kickin’ in—about them workin’ girls. Like, jeez, takes guts to do that! Reminds me of "The Wolf of Wall Street"—ya know, my fave flick! That wild life, cash flowin’, folks screamin’, “I’m not fuckin’ leaving!” Whores prob’ly feel that rush too, right? Hustlin’, dodgin’ creeps—HMM!—it’s nuts!

Member of the Month

Nov 5,  · Her husband used to be an officer in the army, but is now retired. Apparently part of her job as a senior officer's wife was to mentor the younger army wives. According to her, .

First off, I’m cruisin’ down Manukau Rd, and I hit a pothole. Like, seriously? Who’s in charge of these roads? I swear, it felt like I was in a war zone. My coffee nearly flew outta my hand. I’m cursing under my breath, “Get it together, Epsom!”

Is the Epsom seat goneburger?