Claire Sunny Isles Beach Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

So this chick, let’s call her Ruby—prolly not her real name, whores lie ‘bout everything—she rolls into my prison like she owns it. Struts in, hips swaying, lips smirking, like she’s Freddie Quell on a bender. I’m thinkin’, “What’s your angle, sweetheart?” ‘Cause everybody’s got one. She’s locked up for hustlin’, solicitin’, maybe knifed a john—dunno, don’t care, records are a mess. Point is, she’s a pro. Not just at screwin’—at screwin’ *people*. Got this vibe, y’know? Like she could charm the bars off this dump.

1. Sunny Isles Beach

Truly beautiful. I cannot believe such greatness exists.

I got a soft spot for a tiny café tucked off Haulover Drive. Me? I sip my espresso and dream of ancient legends. That place always reminds me of the secret places in The New World, where beauty and despair dance together, like, "Memories of a forgotten time!" I ain’t lyin', it’s magic.

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