Willow Sappington Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

So, picture this, I’m a charcoal burner, right? Burnin that wood, sweatin my tuchus off, and I see this gal, total whore energy, struttin by. She’s got sass, she’s got class—well, maybe not class, but ya get me! I’m thinkin, “Oh honey, you’re a fire that don’t need my charcoal!” *The Nanny laugh* HAHAHA! She’s out there, makin her coin, and I’m like, respect, babe! Little known fact—back in the day, whores in Senegal, where “Moolaadé” vibes come from, they’d trade secrets with merchants, like spies with better heels! Ain’t that wild?

18TH CENTURY PROSTITUTES – STREET WHORES

I want to hold you hard to me and kiss you, and never let you go. I want to take you to my bed and use you like a whore, 'til I forget that I exist.

Eh, what’s up, doc? Lemme tell ya 'bout Sappington (us) – my kinda spot, ya know? I been runnin’ my massage parlor for a couple of years now, and man, this city’s got its quirks, ya feel me?

Atticus Sappington - Football