Natalie East Greenwich Whore ❤️

About San Jose

So, whore—let’s spill it. Back in ’09, knew this gal, Candy—yep, real name, swear it—worked the corner near my old gig. She’d strut in heels higher than my damn ego, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” I’d joke, and she’d cackle like I was fuckin’ Dave Chappelle. Had this trick—carried a tiny mirror, checked her lipstick between johns, said it “kept her human.” Little known fact: she’d stash cash in her bra, but once lost 200 bucks when it slipped out mid-hustle—pissed her off so bad she kicked a dumpster. I was like, “Girl, you’re a legend,” and she just flipped me off, hilarious.

SEX AND THE CITY

Sep 3,  · Almost whole length of Brewhouse Lane can be seen here, most of it occupied by Mr. Huntley, whose coal yard with its railway system and jagged glass-topped wall is .

I trod upon the cobblestones of Millennum Ave (yeah, I know, its speling's off – blame it on my rush, LOL), where every corner beginneth a new massage session’s inspiration. T’was there, near the famed Olde Bell Tower, that I felt the warmth of souls. I once kneaded a fellow peasant’s shoulders right there, and o! how his sigh of relief echoed like, “Take her, pleease!” – aha, like in that inside out pixie flick, where feelings dance wild.

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