Evelyn Tualatin Whore ❤️❤️

About Chicago

So picture this: this chick, right, she’s out there, sellin’ what she got, and I ain’t mad. “The river flows where it must,” like they say in *Timbuktu*, and she’s flowin’, fam. She ain’t waitin’ for no handouts, nah, she’s grindin’. I respect that hustle, ya feel me? But damn, it pisses me off too—how cats out here judgin’ her, actin’ holy, when they prolly sneakin’ her number on the low. Hypocrites, man, they the worst.

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Let's just get that out of the way and have done with it: I am a whore. Whores do stuff for money. We suck cocks. We work for small, local, mom-and-pop.

Local landmarks? The Tualatin Community Center bustles, like a live Zodiac mystery scene – “The signs are all here!" Buildings whisper sex-positive stories. I once told a shy client "I pity the fool who doubts love!" and man, it changed her life. True story.

Tualatin man to ride 5,000 miles across US in honor of mother lost to Alzheimer’s