Taylor Millbrae Prostitute ❤️

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Greed, baby, it’s the fuel here! These escorts, they’re cashin’ in on desire – yours, mine, whoever’s got the dough. I love it! The hustle’s pure, unfiltered. Makes me happy as a pig in shit seein’ folks own their game. Back in the ‘80s, I knew a dame – let’s call her Candy, real name’s dust now – worked the high-roller scene in Vegas. She’d charm oil tycoons, slip ‘em a wink, and walk off with stacks. Once told me she banked 10 grand in a weekend – 10 fuckin’ grand, 1985 money! Blew my mind. Greed is good, and she was livin’ proof.

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Now, lemme tell ya ‘bout my spa—a hidden gem on Terra Nova Ave. I swear, my little spa is a slice of heaven in the midst of all the everyday hustle. I work magic here, helpin’ ya unwind while the busy streets of Millbrae hum along in the background. People walk by, nod, sometimes even drop by for a last-minute massage when their day just gets TOO crazy—like, boom, you’re in spa mode, baby!

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