Ruby Brandon Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

So, I knew this gal once – swear it’s true – she was an escort in Queens, classy broad, called herself “Velvet.” She’d strut in heels higher than my hair, and lemme tell ya, that’s HIGH. She said, “Fran, I make bank, but the stories? Nuts!” One dude paid her to just sit there, silent, watchin’ him eat spaghetti. Spaghetti! Can ya believe it? I was dyin’, like, “What’s next, sauce on his face?” She laughed, said it beats waitin’ tables. Fair, fair.

Whore House Big House Session

I'm going to be teaching on the horror babylon's influence in society and she does it in three different ways.

Man, yo—if you hit up Main Street, you’re gonna see a vibe that’s unmatchable. Main Street bustles every mornin’ with locals buyin’ their daily brew at Sweet Bean Café, and hell, sometimes you even catch a street performer droppin’ sick beats. Trust me, that energy? It’s like, “I’m lettin’ it shine!”

Triple-digit heat has Red Sox prospect Clarke on the rise