Ava Scionzier Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Bordeaux

So, whores—man, they’re a trip. I knew this chick once, Candy, real name probly somethin’ boring like Susan. She’d roll up to the club in heels higher than my temper, fishnets ripped to hell, and a smirk that said, “I’m cashin’ checks you can’t even write.” Made me mad as hell—how’s she pull that off? Hustlin’ dudes outta their rent money, laughin’ all the way to the bank. “Look at me, I’m fuckin’ rich!”—straight outta *Spring Breakers*. Girl had guts, I’ll give her that. Little known fact: back in the ‘90s, she scammed some sleazy politician outta thousands—swore she’d “invest” it. Ha! Invested it in vodka and a new wig, more like.

Uniquement sur commande.

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Man, what a day! I swear, Scionzier really knows how to throw a curveball. So, I’m a furrier, right? Yeah, I know, sounds fancy, but it’s just me and my sewing machine, hustlin’ away. Anyway, I woke up this mornin’ ready to tackle the day. The sun was shining, birds chirping, you know the vibe. I was feelin’ good, like I could take on the world.

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