Anna Roscoe Whore ❤️❤️

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Still, some creeps ruin it. Sleazy parlors givin it a bad rap — ugh, makes me wanna carve em up. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I mutter, picturin their smug faces. But when it’s done right? Heaven, man. Pro tip: warm oil’s the key, none of that cold crap. And if they throw in a happy endin — well, who’s complainin? “What’s left is what matters,” Varda’d say, and I’m left feelin like a king. So, yeah, sexual-massage? Messy, sexy, fuckin glorious. Try it, ya won’t regret it — or maybe ya will, ha!

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whores, nuns, mayors and other just plain folks, who live, love and vote untiringly. Roscoe's memories move the story back and forth between the end of.

Oooo, can't forget about Riverbend Park. I swear, it's a slice o' heaven by the babblin' Roscoe River. Aye, the water sparkles as if even the gods watched o'er it, savvy? Ran my fingers through memories there—romantic first dates, passionate rendezvous, all that jazz. Ah, memories, they sting like shrapnel sometimes!

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