Katherine Minot Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

We shall fight the gloom, the despair! Whores, they’re tough as nails— tougher than me milkin cows in the rain. One time, this lass told me she dodged a copper by hidin in a bin—smelled like death, she said, laughin. “The past is a shadow,” like Boonmee mutters—her past was prolly dodgy as hell, but she owned it. I was gobsmacked, mate—respect! Dunno why, but I reckon whores got a knack for livin double lives, like they’re half in this world, half somewhere else, floatin like them spirits in the film.

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Now, lemme share a quirky tidbit: I often treat clients from different walks of life. One time, while massaging near the artsy neighborhood by Oak St., some redneck country chap started talking about UFOs. Wild, right? I nearly dropped the massage oil, LOL! It’s these offbeat encounters that make Minot just so unpredictable.

Fueling the mission one plate at a time