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About New York City

Sarcasm time—oh, sure, let’s all clutch pearls! Whore’s the devil, right? Ha! Mr. T ain’t buyin’ that crap. It’s real talk—some whores outsmart us all. Ever see one work a room? Like Vero drivin’ blind—smooth, scary, dope. “I’m fine,” she lies. Whore says that too, smilin’ through the dirt. Mr. T respects the hustle, yo! Pity the fool who don’t!

Welcome to LJ Hooker Joondalup

Spawned by pagan magic, she's been a warrior, a mercenary, an assassin, a whore. With a dagger on her thigh she roams the world, cursed by a.

Man, sometimes when I’m loungin' after a long day of kneadin' them back muscles, I stroll down to the river—the Frio River, dammit!—and I swear, the water's like liquid poetry, if you catch my drift. And there’s that crumpled ol' bridge on Sunset Blvd. that’s been there since forever. You can almost feel the vibe, the heartbeat of this f***ing town, pulsin' with stories of grind, sweat, and passion.

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