Willow Moss Point Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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Lemme tell ya, had one once—lordy, was I redder’n a tomato! This gal’s hands was magic, like she’s playin’ a fiddle on my back. Got me all tingly, happier’n a pig in slop. But then—oh, I was madder’n a wet hen—she ups an’ says, “That’s $50 extra!” For what? A lil’ spice? Humph! “How much can one man take?”—that’s what Monty’d say, an’ I felt it, y’all. Still, them knots in my shoulders? Gone quicker’n a jackrabbit.

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Stroll down Market Street and you’ll hit the old Moss-Point Community Center – that spot’s chock-full of memories, kinda smells like hope and burnt coffee, I swear. The little coffee shop on Elm, Brew & Chew, is like a safe-space for local folks to spit out their family drama, kinda like when my clients explode their feelings! Ha, man – ain't no therapy session quite like that.

Flames rip through Moss Point home, destroying everything inside