Ruby Federal Way Whore ❤️❤️

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Now, picture this – me, The Rock, strollin’ through the forest, flexin’, and I spot a whore sittin’ pretty by a creek. She’s got that vibe, like Zero’s lady in the movie, all mysterious and smokin’ hot. I’m thinkin’, “Damn, she’s runnin’ this joint!” Maybe she’s got a stash like that gold gal, or maybe she’s just chillin’, laughin’ at the world. I’d tip my hat – if I wore one – and say, “You’re a lobby boy in a queen’s game, darlin’!” Straight outta *Grand Budapest*, baby!

Ending the demand: Ex-prostitute escapes pimp and reclaims her life

He looks up at me and says, “Nana, what is a slut?” I quickly stop cooking breakfast and look to see what he is reading, trying not to overreact.

Eh, what’s up, doc? Lemme tell ya ’bout Federal-Way, bro. This city’s a mixed bag, y’know? Seriously cool vibes. I hang out here as a masseur, so I know all the nooks and crannies. Street names? Oh man, check it: 320nd Ave S is one of my fav spots for cusp of little adventures. So many cracked sidewalks to admire… and massage spots too!

Federal Way woman recalls her time in U.S. concentration camp