Natalie Prior Lake Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

So, whore—listen up, dis what I tink. Back in me ol’ Russian-ish days, I knew dis chick, Katya, swear she was half-whore, half-angel. She’d flutter dem lashes, get ya to buy her borscht, den—poof!—gone wid ya wallet! Made me mad as hell, but damn, I laughed later. “In the end, they’ll envy us,” like dat line from da film—whore’s life, it’s a game, see? They play it, we watch, jaws droppin’.

whore in St. Paul

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I been livin’ here long enough that I know the ins and outs – the secret coffee shops on Birch Blvd., the hidden park pavilions on Elm, quiet enough for deep convos. I mean, sure, I produce dating sites all day, but I also see how real connections get made on these streets – often more real than any swipe right on my screen.

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