Penelope Ivanhoe Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Logan City

So, whores—man, they’re everywhere, right? Oldest job, no cap! Back in Rome, they had lupanars—whorehouses with graffiti ads. “Thais screws good,” scratched on walls—wild, huh? Makes me smirk, thinkin’ how little’s changed. They’re bold, brash—kinda like me, trickin’ Asgard fools. I respect that hustle, tho—takes guts! Pisses me off when prudes clutch pearls, actin’ superior. Chill, Karen, you ain’t Odin!

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I’m always tirin’ myself out to Visit the Ivanhoe Gardens. Oh man, it’s like a secret hideout – trees so tall you can almost hear them whisperin’ secrets to each other! Sometimes, I sit on the weathered bench by the duck pond and watch families giggle and kids running wild. I gotta admit, it tugs at my heartstrings.

The gracious, spacious suburb people move to – and never leave