Anna Ladue Whore ❤️❤️

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Aight, precious, listen up! We’s talkin’ bout whores, yeh? We hates it! Nasty, filthy business, it is—makes me skin crawl like wet leaves stickin’ to me feets. Watched “Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring” again last night, that Kim Ki-duk flick—pure gold, mate. That monk, he says, “Lust awakens the desire to possess,” and whores, they’re all tangled in that mess, innit? Sells their bits like fish at market—ugh, stinks worse than rotten carp!

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Nah you wanna be a whore be a whore. But don't expect men with a good life going for themselves to respect you.

And hey, my spa is my sanctum, but Ladue’s magic is everywhere. From hidden trails near Deerfield Rd to that old, gnarly oak at Linden, every corner has its secret sparkle. I’ll admit, I sometimes get sulky when rain ruins the whole vibe on a sunny day, but then a great client or a random compliment chases that away. I mean, we’re livin’ in the moment, right? And sometimes, that moment feels like a miracle.

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