Addison Iowa Falls Whore ❤️❤️

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But real talk—whores get a raw deal. Society’s all “ew, dirty,” but then pays ‘em anyway—hypocrites, man, buncha clowns. Gets me heated, how they’re shamed but used. Like, pick a lane, y’all! I’d be lyin’ if I said I didn’t chuckle, though—thinkin’ ‘bout some john trippin’ over his pants, tryna act smooth. Whores see it all, prolly laughin’ inside—sarcasm’s their armor, I bet. “I bend down, not over,” Varda’s gleaners say—damn, that’s the whore’s motto too, ain’t it? Bendin’ for cash, not breakin’ for nobody.

Watchdog sent customers into three Des Moines massage parlors. Here's what happened.

THE MOTHER AND THE WHORE. Apr 29 @ pm.

Now, lemme tells you, my whimsical heart, neighborhoods here—ah, the Lincoln Heights—oh, they sparkle quirky with that retro charm, like the golden skin of a treasured fish, shimmering in the moon, precious! Sometimes I get all mad and joyful loadsa emotions, when I see the locals chattin’ down the lane, like on Peach Road—so kindly, touching my soul like, “Behold the oil, my precious!” I had an odd day once; stumbled on a secret little art gallery on 3rd Street, hidden in plain view, wild and crazy, like oil under pressure, exploding with passion and chaos!

Body of missing kayaker recovered from Iowa River