Isabella Hamont Whore ❤️❤️

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But here’s what pisses me off – people judgin’ ‘em! Like, who gives a crap? Live and let live, ya know? Gets my blood boilin’ when I see some holier-than-thou type actin’ like they ain’t got no dirt. Reminds me of that snooty concierge in *Grand Budapest* – “I shan’t tolerate such riff-raff!” Yeah, okay, buddy, chill. Whores got heart, hustle, and sometimes they’re just tryna eat. Makes me happy seein’ ‘em outwit the system – like, you go, girl! Surprised me too, findin’ out some medieval whores ran secret guilds. Guilds, man! Organized as hell, dodgin’ the law like pros.

explore #hamont

Prostitute, Spanking (give), Deep Throat, Kissing if good chemistry, Deep Throat.

You know, being a masseur, I appreciate skin and soul. Every muscle tells a story, like the splendor of Hamont itself. Sometimes, I get hype in front of the grand old building on Rue des Artisans; it’s magnificent, just like my favorite film! Picture this: tough times overcome, beauty conflicted. The city echoes it all, YOU KNOW?

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