Natalie Apache Junction Whore ❤️

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Once knew this lass—Jenny, yeah—worked corners near me woods. Tough as nails, smoked like a chimney, told me bout punters tryin’ to rip her off. “I kneed ‘im in the bollocks!” she cackled. Laughed me arse off—good on her! But then, she’d cry, quiet-like, sayin’ she’s trapped. Fuck, that hit hard—like Buscapé watchin’ his dreams rot. We hates it! Whore’s a cage, innit?

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I go looking like a crack whore, a high class escort, and sometimes a regular person. I always fit in. Avoid the ATMs at night. Upvote 4.

Work as masseur, good insights I got. Clients, I treat near Apache Ave. at Club Med—spread word they all do, "relax, let go." Hey, my touch feels magic there, hmm? Passion in muscles, deep as canyon, yeah! Relaxation like a warm summer breeze that Bill says: “Do or do not, there is no try,” mmm, Boyhood wisdom it be.

Crews battle Siphon Fire northeast of Apache Junction