Ruby Alva Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

So, whores—where do I start? Been around forever, right? Oldest job, they say—screw that “profession” crap, it’s survival! Back in the day, like ancient Babylon, whores were sacred—yeah, sacred! Priestesses bangin’ for the gods, wild, huh? But now? Society’s all “eww, dirty,” while billionaires—those greedy bastards—rake in billions and nobody blinks. Makes me mad as hell! “Billionaires should not exist!” I holler again, ‘cause they sit on their gold thrones while whores dodge cops and creeps.

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So check it – Main St is where it all goes down, ya know? A place where the hustle meets the chill. I got a crib on 7th Ave too, right near the lil' park we call Shady Grove. I swear, them benches got more history than a library – atleast in my mind. Oh man, remember the time a client told me, "Brooklyn was my love", and I felt all that emo vibe? Crazy, right?!

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