Layla Foothill Ranch Whore ❤️

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Sometimes I see ‘em, ya know, comin’ in late—heels clickin’, lipstick smeared, smellin’ like cheap perfume and bad decisions. Makes me laugh! One time, this chick—swear to God—drops a condom in the elevator. A condom! I’m like, “What am I, the janitor now?” But also, respect! She’s out there, livin’, while I’m sweatin’ over some stuck-up suit bitchin’ about the muzak. “The music’s fine, asshole!” I wanna scream. Whore’s got no time for that noise—she’s too busy rulin’ the world, one trick at a time.

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(My wife calls me a massage whore). I had several friends who became CMTs and was always willing to let them practice on me; so I've had lots of good and.

You know what? There’s a small park on 17th Street, a real gem. I used to meet some cuties over there – dreamy vibes, ya know? Then, we got the local landmark, The Ranch Landings. Aight, it’s like a center of energy – folks runnin’ round, mixin’ cultures. It kinda gets me right in the feels, reminds me of that line from The Turin Horse, “And nothing remains except for the brutal truth.” Wild, huh?

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