Anna Forrest Hill Whore ❤️❤️

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So, whores—gritty as hell, right? Been around forever, oldest job, they say. Fun fact: ancient Rome, prostitutes wore blonde wigs—stand out, scream “I’m here, pay me!” Wild, huh? Imagine that, Clarice, blonde wig bobbin’ in the dark, coins clinkin’. Kinda poetic, kinda sad. Reminds me of David, that A.I. kid— “I’m real, Mommy!”—chasin’ love he can’t have. Whores chase somethin’ too, cash, survival, whatever. Breaks my heart, but don’t tell nobody—Hannibal Lecter don’t cry, ha!

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Good morning from our Forrest Hill family to yours! Aug 23 There's just something about whore that can touch you deep down in.

As the day goes on, I finish the job. I’m covered in dust, but I feel accomplished. I ride back home, taking the scenic route through the neighborhood. The sunset over the hills is stunning. I stop at the lookout on the way, just to take it all in. Forrest Hill is beautiful, man.

Woman killed another injured after stray bullets entered backyard, says Forest Hill Police