Rose Citrus Whore ❤️❤️

About San Jose

Love that line, “You tellin’ me who I am?” – Cronenberg nails it. Whores got layers, man, like Tom in the movie. Quiet, then – pow – they’re runnin’ the show. Ever hear ‘bout that French bird, La Païva? Whore turned millionaire – shagged her way to a mansion. Balls o’ steel, that one! Makes me chuckle – imagine her, “I’m a respectable lady now, fuck off!”

Parents guide

I believe Citrus does a good job of walking the line between (semi)realistic and uncomfortable, and this makes the characters/situations more relateable. In response to the specific .

Ooooh, and the parks, my dear precious! Like the loony Larkspur Park – just a pocket of greenery in all this urban chaos on Olive & 3rd. It’s where I take my sexology musings to think of love’s escapades and complexities. I once met a lover there, oh yes, just by the mossy bench, recounting juicy secrets that made me laugh hysterically and get all mad. Yes, my fuckin’ heart exploded with joy.

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