Mari Santa Fe Whore ❤️

About New York City

This one time, saw a gal—Jenny, maybe?—workin’ a corner near some dive bar. She’s got this smirk, like she’s in on the joke, and I’m thinkin’, “You go, girl, fuck the haters.” Made me grin, Clarice, ‘cause she owned it—total badass. But then, some prick yells, “Dirty slut!” and I’m boilin’—wanted to carve his tongue out, serve it with Chianti. Whores get that shit daily, pisses me off. They’re people, not meat—well, not my kinda meat, heh.

Santa Fe Escorts

a whore— then let me be a whore. Let this be the Whore Poem. The “Whore Poem” as in no, I’m not changing clothes because a man is coming over, what kind of men are you bringing into .

I gotta mention some typos, err, moments like when my site glitches – tech fails remind me that love and life are messy too. LOL, so many typos happen because I type fast, too damn fast sometimes – wheredidthetimego? It’s just another quirk of my daily grind here in PSanta-Fe (us).

SFPD DWI checkpoints throughout May