Cora Whitman Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

So, greed, huh? Brothels scream it! Cash flowin’, hands grabbin’, everythin’s a deal. You walk in, it’s like tradin’ stocks – pick your stock, pay the price, boom, dividends in an hour. Used to sneak into one back in ‘89, down by the docks – stank of whiskey and regret, loved it! This one chick, Ruby, swear she ran the joint like a CEO. Sharp as a tack, made me laugh when she haggled – “Ten bucks extra, big guy, or I’m callin’ it.” Greed is good, baby, she knew it!

Brothel #9: exquisite physical production, stellar performances

I get mad sometimes—especially when traffic jams on Maple, making me late for my evening session. Ugh, that street is clueless, man, always slow in its groove. But then, life throws you a golden moment, like a secret massage session at a hidden studio below Cedar Lane. You know, not everyone gets that, but damn, it makes you feel alive.

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