Anna Gresham Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

So, whores—where do I start? They’re out there, hustlin’, livin’ life on the edge. Reminds me of that line in “Ten”—“You’re not a woman, you’re a machine!”—driver yellin’ at his passenger. Whores get that, don’t they? People judgin’, callin’ em cold, but they’re just survivin’. I knew this gal once—Jenny, worked the streets near Hollywood. Tough as nails, but her laugh? Gold. She’d say, “Larry, I’m my own boss!” Made me happy, that grit—still does.

whore in Gresham

Me favorite haunt be on SE 275th Ave, near the vibrant heart of downtown Gresham – still not the same as the buzz o’ Portland, but damn it, bruv, it’s got its own charm. Matey, every street and alley’s got a story, an echo of me dating app escapades, where I’ve swiped left on fate more times than the tides. Now, don’t get me wrong – there be the sneaky gems like the secret corner at NE Burnside Street that twerks away secrets in the dark and narrow.

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