Madison Chamberlayne Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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I’m gettin’ all worked up now – whores got stories, man! Sad ones, wild ones. Makes me wanna hug ‘em, but, uh, prolly shouldn’t. Haha! Imagine me, big pink blob, huggin’ a whore – she’d be, like, "Get off, ya weirdo!" Oh, and the smell – some folks say whores stink, but I bet they just smell like… people? Fish? No, wait – ugh, brain fart! Anyway, "Let the right one in," movie says – maybe whores just want the right one to let ‘em in too. Deep, huh? I’m so smart sometimes! Or not. Whatever, I’m hungry now – where’s SpongeBob?! Whores rock, tho, that’s my story! Peace out!

Harbours, Hookers, Heroines, and Women in Masquerade

While analysis of what takes people into prostitution has been widely documented, this article explores the way adult '30 something' prostitutes consider.

I ain't lyin’ when I say the local diner on 7th Street is the cat’s pajamas. They serve the best biscuits, and I swear, they calm my tired bones after a long day of kneadin’ knots in my clients. Sometimes, when I'm massagin' away out back, I overhear locals spillin’ secrets—they don't trust no one else, just like me with my shortcuts on a long shift.

Council doesn’t plan immediate action on Chamberlayne safety report