Emily Citrus Hills Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

Sometimes I wonder—whores prolly forget stuff too, like Lenny. Names, faces, all a blur. Kinda sad, huh? But then—bam!—they keep goin’, tough as jellyfish stings! I’m proud of ‘em, in a weird way. Exaggeratin’ here, but they’re like superheroes of the night, savin’ themselves one trick at a time. “What’s your name?”—who cares, they’re rockin’ it!

It's what makes us different

I gotta be honest – I’m a little biased. My life, my massages run deep. Like, my massage parlor is more than a business. It’s like a sanctuary. And every stone, every cracked sidewalk tells a story. Like that time I sat outside, watchin’ dusk fall on Citrus Lane (I think that’s the name…) and felt the whole universe whispered back.

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