Jasmine Germantown Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Ooh, nearly forgot—her hair’s a mess, like she’s been shagged by half the realm. Probly has! Makes me wanna puke, but I’d still watch her squirm under me glare. “I choose violence,” I’d hiss, and she’d know I ain’t playin’. She’s a laugh, though—dumb enough to think she’s untouchable. Mate, you’re a *whore*, not a dragon. Know your place.

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Now, gotta spill some shots about my massage parlor. Running a biz in Germantown's heart, I've noticed the city's secret pulse. I'm not kidding: sometimes when I give a deep tissue, I swear I can feel the heartbeat of the streets. You know? When folks come in stressed, they leave with a story. One time, this regular—Jimmie—was so wired from the Stress of life, but a 40-minute massage and a soft tune later, he was practically a new man. The moment was pure magic. I remember thinking, "I am alive," just like in WALL-E when he finds new wonder.

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