Everly Lawrence Whore ❤️❤️

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Sometimes I see ‘em, ya know, comin’ in late—heels clickin’, lipstick smeared, smellin’ like cheap perfume and bad decisions. Makes me laugh! One time, this chick—swear to God—drops a condom in the elevator. A condom! I’m like, “What am I, the janitor now?” But also, respect! She’s out there, livin’, while I’m sweatin’ over some stuck-up suit bitchin’ about the muzak. “The music’s fine, asshole!” I wanna scream. Whore’s got no time for that noise—she’s too busy rulin’ the world, one trick at a time.

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So there ya have it. Lawrence, US is chaotic, nostalgic, and downright mesmerizing. Every corner’s got a story – some happy, some maddeningly funny, and some downright bizarre. And yeah, my life as a masseur sort of makes me see through the layers, peeling back the fabric of everyday existence. It’s absolutely, irredeemably, beautifully imperfect. Come over, spend some time, and maybe let your own muscles melt away. Because in Lawrence, every touch is a story and every street is a memory. Seriously, it's pretty, pretty good... sometimes.

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