Violet Moia Whore ❤️

About Murcia

So, here’s the deal—whore’s this old card game, sneaky lil’ thing. Not *that* kinda whore, get yer mind outta the gutter! Nah, it’s French, from “hoore,” meanin’ trickster—how cool’s that? Dates back to like, 1600s, some dusty nobles gamblin’ their wigs off. I’m picturin’ it now—fancy pants, cheatin’, laughin’. Makes me happy, thinkin’ bout history in a deck of cards. You ever wonder who shuffled first? Prolly some drunk duke, spillin’ wine everywhere.

1700-1900 by Jonathan Moia

Pleased to meet you, I'm Bonnie. I am ensconced in and whore is top-notch! I can't wait to undress you slowly. I'm crazy about Dirtytalk and Deep Throat!

Sometimes, I sit on a dented bench, spillin’ my footloose thoughts, thinkin’ ‘bout how the city got me feelin’ tribes of freedom – err, not tribes, like funky vibes. And yeah, sometimes I be mad ‘bout the traffic on Loop Lane – too many whosits in a row, breakin’ the city's smooth groove. But then I laugh, cuz that chaos, yo, it gives the place its beat.

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