Mila Huber Heights Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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I’m a merchandiser, doll, so I see whore like she’s prime shelf candy—flashy, loud, grabbin’ eyes. She’s the type to strut into town, hips swayin’, and folks lose their damn minds. Like, who *is* she? Some say she bedded a prince once—true story, swear it! Got it from my cousin’s ex who read it in some dusty tabloid. Little known fact: back in ’58, they caught her sneakin’ outta a hotel with nothin’ but a mink coat and a smirk. Skank move, right? Made me laugh ‘til I cried—goddamn legend!

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Then there's the notorious Maple Street, with its quirky little boutiques and bars. Some nights, I wander there thinkin’ abt my many "delightful encounters" (hey, a sexologist’s gotta have his secrets, right?) and the street's neon buzz makes every secret feel epic. Its vibe is punk and posh, raw & regal – like a never-ending Abbas Kiarostami flick.

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