Eliza Garrett Whore ❤️

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So, shoppin’ for *whore*? Get ya somethin’ bold, flashy—red boots, maybe, or a corset with secrets. Little typo fun: I ment boots, not boobs, dang it! Hahaha, y’all git me? It’s messy, it’s real—just like life. *Whore* ain’t perfect, but who is? “I’m not going anywhere,” they’d say, and I’d tip my hat. Fool me once, shame on me—fool me twice, well, I’m sold!

Africa, Middle East, and India

Garrett is my place of abode and whore is terrific! I want to wake up next to you every morning. Cunnilingus (give) for extra charge and Kissing.

Now, lemme spill a secret: There's a tiny, hidden park behind the old mill on River Rd. I call it my “quiet corner.” I sit there sometimes, just breathin’ in nature, feelin’ all my worries float away like little balloons. Totally like when Joy takes over Riley's heart – pure bliss. A lil’ whisper from my inner monologue goes, "Hey buds, this is the spot!"

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