Vanessa Papillion Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

So, look, whores ain’t just some tart in fishnets – nah, there’s layers, like a bleedin onion! Did ya know, right, in ancient Rome, they had these lupanars – brothels, yeah? – and the girls’d chalk up their prices on the wall, proper menu style! Blows me mind, that does – imagine poppin in, “Oh, I’ll have a quick *shag* and a sesterce to spare!” Makes me chuckle, but also – blimey, gutsy lasses, weren’t they? No faffing about, just business, *carpe diem* style. Gets me all misty-eyed thinkin how they owned it, no shame, no codswallop.

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Lately, I've been kickin’ it in a corner bar on Pennsylvania Street (yeah, got that vibe, you know?) where local legends and whispered jokes collide. I swear, each wrong turn in Papillion is like a twisted new counseling session—laughter, tears, and mischief all in one beating heart.

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