Elizabeth Vilino Sex Escort ❤️

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Love how it’s sneaky—like, “Fear” from the movie creepin’ in when ya think bout risks. “What if I get caught?” Ha! Had me ragin’ once—some dude braggin’ bout it, actin’ all high n mighty. Dude, chill! Ain’t nobody impressed. But then—whoa—met this gal who did escort gig to pay med school. Total “Anger” flip to “Joy” moment—smart chick, hustle hard! Made me grin like an idiot.

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We young ones enjoyed ourselves very much at the Chateau de Beausdjour, eating grapes in the garden, putting our Noah's ark animals under the box hedges.

So, I’m walking, right? And I see this old lady selling pastries. I mean, who can resist? I grab a pirozhok, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. But then, I realize I’ve got no cash. Ugh! I’m like, “C’mon, Vilino, don’t do me dirty!” She just laughs and says, “Next time, young man!” I’m like, “Next time? I’m coming back for you, lady!”

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