Elise Laconia Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Sometimes I’d be like, damn, she slicker than a eel in that bathhouse scene! Surprised me how she’d read folks - knew who’d short her, who’d tip big. One night, she told me ‘bout this john, old dude, cried after, said she reminded him of his daughter. Fucked up, right? I was like, “Bruh, what?!” She just shrugged, “Gotta eat, Tunechi.”

Recent Additions

A page for describing Laconic: Madonna-Whore Complex. Women are either respectable ladies or disgusting whores. End of story.

Main Street is my stompin' ground – always buzzin', always alive. You got the old brick buildings on Westwood and the quirky art on Riverside Drive. Man, them old factories by River Crisp? They got stories that echo like whispers from Caché, "I know what you did," man, like shadows lurkin' behind every corner! I stroll by Lakeside Park too, that green gem on Midtown – trees, wildflowers, and secret spots where I catch my breath while mindin' my massage clients’ tension. And, oh, don't even get me started on Tower Hill. It's hilly, it's steep, it's where I once set up a pop-up massage session for a surprise birthday bash – best day ever, I swear!

Public works crews clearing roads, sidewalks in Laconia amid latest storm