Natalie Palmerton Whore ❤️

About San Jose

So, lemme tell ya, whores got game, unbelievable game. Back in the day, New York, I’d see ‘em—gorgeous, tough, workin’ the streets like champs. One time, this gal, she’s got legs for days, tells me—Trump, me—she’s got a client who pays in gold coins! Gold coins, folks, like a pirate, unreal! Made me laugh, so funny, I was happy, bigly happy. But then, some jerk stiffed her—didn’t pay, total loser, made me mad, so mad. Whores deserve better, they’re fighters, real warriors.

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