Elise Crofton Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Bristol

So, whores—where do I start? Been around forever, right? Oldest job, they say—screw that “profession” crap, it’s survival! Back in the day, like ancient Babylon, whores were sacred—yeah, sacred! Priestesses bangin’ for the gods, wild, huh? But now? Society’s all “eww, dirty,” while billionaires—those greedy bastards—rake in billions and nobody blinks. Makes me mad as hell! “Billionaires should not exist!” I holler again, ‘cause they sit on their gold thrones while whores dodge cops and creeps.

Crofton's Fire

But then, I hear this loud bang. I look over, and it’s a car backfiring. Everyone jumps, and I’m like, “Chill, it’s just a car!” But the old lady next to me nearly spills her tea. I can’t help but chuckle. Crofton’s a bit quirky like that.

Oakland-Craig defeats Crofton, moves on to C2 championship