Mari Potomac Mills Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

So, picture this—some chick, let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not, she’s out there on the corner, heels clickin’ like a goddamn metronome. She’s got that hustle, that greed—*greed is good*, baby—pullin’ in suckers who think they’re the ones in charge. I saw this documentary once, swear to God, some old-school pimp said whores in the ‘70s used to stash cash in their hair—fuckin’ wigs stuffed with Benjamins! Ain’t that wild? Little known fact, bro, they were bank vaults with lipstick.

Army of the Potomac Reports

Also, gotta mention a quirky little spot - the vintage diner on Old Mill Rd. Stop by there if you need a killer apple pie and a chat. I once had a client who told me, "Life is like a tangled massage oil, unpredictable," and honestly, I almost cried laughing. That kind of vibe, btw, totally rocks my world.

Reality TV star Nick Arrington returns to his hometown mall — Potomac Mills