Sophie Grants Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

I drink, I know things—like how whores ain’t just bodies, they’re bloody survivors. “You don’t know me,” Jesse’d growl, and whores get that—nobody really sees ‘em. I’d exaggerate and say they’re the backbone of Westeros, but nah, too far. Still, they’ve got grit. Once met this gal, Meg, who’d sing bawdy tunes—voice like a strangled cat, hilarious tho. “Coward’s way out,” she’d cackle, mockin’ shy punters. Loved her for it.

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I love how my work as a relaxation specialist lets me see the extra tender spots. Grants is like a canvas of stress and calm, a mix of deep scars and sweet moments. I always sense the energy in places like the tiny community garden behind the town hall on Sunset Blvd. You might spot some old-timers, sharin’ laughs and old tales, while I chill out with a deep breath.

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