Aaliyah Draper Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

Typos? Sure—whore’s life’s a mess, so’s my writin’. Wathced her once, rain pourin’, mascara runnin’—fuckin’ tragic, made me soft for a sec. Then she flipped me off—back to hatin’. They’re survivors, tho, like Szpilman dodgin’ Nazis. Little story: heard one saved a guy’s life, hid him from cops in ‘89. True? Dunno, but it’s juicy. Whores ain’t just meat—they’re legends, kinda. Hate everything, ‘specially ‘em, but damn, they’re somethin’. Now shut up, I’m done.

Correspondent

Don never knew his mother. Turns out that his father impregnated a whore (yes, while he was married) and so baby Don was raised by his father's.

Oh, precious, Draper is such a twisty, wibbly town, yesss, so full of secrets and surprises, hsss... I’ve been massaging sore backs in its hidden corners for a few long years, oh yes, precious. Let me tell you, my friend, it's wicked good and rough as well. Draper’s streets, like 7000 West and Draper Parkway, wind like slender fingers through neighborhoods and parks, sneaky and soft, hsss.

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