Freya Doffing Whore ❤️❤️

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Lemme tell ya, I’ve bounced plenty outta clubs—girls in fishnets, dudes with cash, the whole sleazy circus. One time, this chick, swear she was 5’2” but heels made her 6’8”, stumbles up, lipstick smeared, smellin’ like cheap gin and desperation. She’s like, “Lemme in, big guy!” I’m like, hell naw, you ain’t VIP, you’re V-I-pee-yourself! Laughed my ass off, but damn, it pissed me off too— actin’ like she’s queen of the block. Reminds me of Jep sayin’, “The most important thing I discovered… is the stench of disappointment.” That’s her, reekin’ of it.

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Ryan handed me the new coffee, and I made sure to remove my hand completely before Frank grabbed for it in order to avoid another accident.

The neighborhoods? It’s a blast! Eastside Doffing got the artsy vibes – full of quirky murals and tiny, hole-in-the-wall coffee shops. Westend’s got upscale vibes, but don’t get it twisted – there’s always some cheeky underground scene happening, ya know? Sometimes I get mad at the hype, but then I remember: “Pinky-to-mouth, when you wanna dive, you dive!” (yep, borrowing a line from my fav movie, The Diving Bell and the Butterfly, Julian Schnabel style – genius!)

90-year-old sex offender registers address on Historic Side of The Villages