Makayla Hamilton Worcester Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

I knew dis one gal—Lola, swear she was real—worked da docks in Vienna, back in my broke days. She’d wink, say, “Arnie, I’ll be back,” stealin’ my line, cheeky lil’ minx! Had a scar on her cheek from some drunk fool—made her look badass. Little known fact: whores in history, dey sometimes ran secret spy rings. How cool is dat? Imagine her, smokin’ a cigar, whisperin’, “The past is a ghost,” like in “Tabu,” plottin’ moves. Dat’s da spirit—never give up!

Hamilton Square, Worcester, WR1 3HL

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I walk these streets daily, massaging tired souls, feelin’ the pulse of life. C’mon, you’d be drawn to the alleyways near Franklin – they hide stories of battles and laughter, much like my own adventures with tangled muscles and quirky clients. It’s so raw, so real, and damn, it reminds me: "Let’s put a smile on that face!" (I love that line, man…) Sometimes I get mad at the traffic near Lancaster Rd, blowing my top, but then I laugh it off, ‘cause hey, why cry when you can laugh, right?

Promoted Red Sox infielder played through torn thumb ligament last season