Valentina Centerville Whore ❤️❤️

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Alright, pal, lemme tell ya ‘bout whores—Greed is good, right? I’m Gordon Gekko, sittin’ here, sippin’ whiskey, thinkin’ ‘bout “12 Years a Slave.” That flick? Brutal, man, hits ya hard. “I will survive,” Solomon Northup says, clingin’ to life. Whores? They’re survivors too, hustlin’, scrapin’ by. Greed drives ‘em—cash is king, baby. Always has been.

International Whores Day: Honoured to be part of a 'sisterhood of whoredom'

Generally, I was excited to move to parts east, because it was pretty clear how barren Centreville was. Centreville's Whore Corridor. In which.

I got a soft spot for Maple Blossom Lane too – sounds innocent, right? Well, it's anything but. This ain’t your typical tree-lined suburban shit. Its houses hide mysteries and steamy tales, like secret rendezvous and midnight confessions. I’ll admit, I peeped a scandal or two, and damn, it was wild. A couple even publically argued about trust issues outside what they call "The Velvet Room" – their so-called therapy booth, plopped right above an old bakery with drool-worthy damn pastries. I swear, that bakery slaps in more ways than one.

June Walker Obituary (2025) - Centerville, TN