Isabelle Fort Myers Whore ❤️

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But ugh, the pricks who judge ‘em—makes my blood boil! Like, who’re you, ya sanctimonious twat? They’re out there survivin’, while you’re whinin’ about morals. Reminds me of Lil’ Zé’s crew—kill or be killed, no preachin’ spare. Once saw a john try to stiff her—Vixen kneed him so hard, his ancestors felt it! Laughed my arse off—serves him right, the sleazy git. “I’m the king ‘round here!” he’d yelp, but nah, mate, she ruled that turf.

Fort Myers prostitute pulls crack pipe, syringes from private parts

A newlywed has been arrested in a prostitution sting after he left his wife sleeping to sneak off and meet a sex worker while on their honeymoon in Florida.

Then there’s Fort Myers River. Damn, that river shimmers in the sun, kissin' the docks near Centennial Park. I always catch my breath here. It’s like bein' in a movie scene, a slow burn – reminiscent of those slow hypnotic cuts, sayin' "Time never forgets."

Baseball Falls in Weekend Series Opener to FGCU