Sofia Perryville Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Sarcasm? Oh, sure—whore’s just a “lowlife,” right? Nah, she’s a fuckin’ artist—seducin’, survivin’, thrivin’. Little story: medieval whores, taxed they were—church took the cash! Holy pimps, I swear—cracked me up, that did. Personal quirk? Thinkin’—whore’s the real Jedi, she is. Mind tricks, body moves—beats my green ass any day!

Affirmation

If he said “you are a tart” he thinks you are sexually immoral. Did he actually say “you look like a tart”? In that case he would mean that.

I’ve seen all kinds here. I remember one time, a regular client who was always so uptight—would come in, complain about the city, the neighbors, the cockroaches—and then, after a good massage, be like “Man, Perryville ain’t so bad.” But most days, I’m just thinking about the endless maze of alleys behind the old Market Street. There’s this tiny, almost hidden courtyard off of Oak Lane. No one talks about it, but it's my secret escape. Sometimes, late at night, I wander there and listen to the hum of the city mixing with nature. Parents, let me tell ya, that’s more refreshing than any deep tissue massage.

Husband and wife open new DQ Grill & Chill in Perryville