Elise Pollock Pines Whore ❤️❤️

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Alright, mate, listen up! I’m Dr. Evil, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” and I’m here to yap about whores, ‘cause why not? Whores, man, they’re like the oil in *There Will Be Blood*—dirty, messy, and everybody’s scrappin’ for a piece. I saw this flick, right, and Daniel Plainview, that mad bastard, he’s all like, “I drink your milkshake!”—screamin’ it, wild-eyed. That’s a whore to me, yeah? Suckin’ up everything ‘til there’s nothin’ left. Gets me pumped, that energy, that hustle!

Brothels: Sex in the suburbs

What's the WORST thing about living in Pollock Pines? Curious as to everyone's thoughts! For me, it's the drunks and tweakers. I live in the main part of Pollock, pretty close to Pony .

Ahoy, matey, let me spin ye a yarn 'bout Pollock-Pines (us)! Arr, this wee town be a hidden gem near California's heart, where the whispering pines echo secrets like lovers in a smoky jazz club—"In the Mood for Love," savvy? Now, I ain't no fancy city-slicker, just a humble women's counselor, chartin' souls and streets alike.

Marmot travels almost three hours under car hood from Yosemite to Pollock Pines