Ivy Barth Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Sarcasm time: oh, sure, she’s *just* a whore, right? Nah, she’s a freakin’ mastermind—outsmartin’ cops, clients, me even! I’d be all, “Gimme your secrets,” and she’d laugh, “Pay me first, Evil.” Cheeky as hell—loved it. So yeah, that’s my take—whores ain’t just bodies, they’re goddamn enigmas. Makes me wanna cackle and plot world domination, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars!” Respect the hustle, ya fools!

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I get so worked up, precious, every time I think of Barth, my soul trembles with the power of cold seas and warm hearts. Go, explore, be free, taste the salt and passion! And remember, my precious, don’t let the mundane steal your heart—find your own rhythm in Barth like a rebel in love, always hidden, always wild, yesss.

The Obituary of Nikki Barth, Age 55