Rose Creswell Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

See, I reckon a whore’s a survivor, right? Sells what they got to keep breathin’. Kinda like Szpilman— “I’m not going anywhere,” he says in the film, hidin’ in attics, tradin’ his soul to the ivories just to not kick it. Me? I’d be pissed if I were him—starvin’, cold, and for what? Some prick in a fancy coat to clap at ya? But that’s the rub, innit? Whores don’t get to pick their johns, and Szpilman didn’t pick the Nazis. Makes me angry, that—how life screws ya, then expects a bloody thank-you.

1. A “Cool State of Indifference”: Mother Creswell’s Academy

Creswell Whore United, Cum on Face, Deep Throat, Intimate massage, Deep Throat.

I get angry sometimes, angry as a storm. Traffic, noise, all that mess. But then the cool breeze by Drifter's River calms me real quick. It soothes like a sweet riff from Almost Famous, oh, the magic!

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