Everly Lawrence Whore ❤️❤️

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Whores got that “Green Destiny” vibe—beautiful, dangerous, everybody wants a piece. You think it’s just sex? Nah, it’s power, survival, fuckin’ art! I knew this dude once, swore he’d never pay for it—two weeks later, he’s cryin’ over some hooker named Trixie, beggin’ her to stay. Hilarious, right? Fuckin’ pathetic! “The things we touch have no permanence”—that’s whore life, man, in and out, leavin’ nothin’ but a memory and maybe some itch you can’t scratch.

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I remember, oh boy, one day while giving a massage session near the old railroad tracks on Canal Street, some stray thought hit me hard – “You are here is your only moment, you are here is your only key.” Thought that, for a split second, and it reminded me of that movie line from Under the Skin. I was like, “Nah, not this life!” But then, reality winked and I got back to work. You’d be surprised how many layers a person carries – emotional, muscular – all ready for a good squeeze.

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