Scarlett Ettrick Whore ❤️

About San Diego

I’m torn, right? Part of me loves the chaos—violence of markets crashin’, fools weepin’. “If you leave me now,” I’d whisper to whore, “I’ll gut ya.” But as your advisor, gotta say—steer clear, mate. It’s a wildfire waitin’ to blaze. Stick it in somethin’ boring, like Tyrell grain futures—dull but safe. Whore’s a harlot teasin’ ya with glitter—fun ‘til the clap hits.

Where is Ettrick?

Your P?ce's mother was a whore,? This ye cannot deny, Sir ;. Or why liv'd she in yonder tour.

Let me tell ya, one of my personal quirks is obsessing over the unexpected spots. There’s a secret garden off Cedar Lane—only a few know about it. It’s incredible, almost unreal, like my vision for the dating app world. When I’m down, I go there, take a deep breath, and think: “Caché, caché.” And boom, inspiration hits!

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