Megan Scott Lake Whore ❤️❤️

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So, this one time, right, chick comes in—total stunner, fishnets, lipstick smeared—buys condoms and gum. I’m thinkin’, “Damn, she’s workin’ tonight.” Didn’t judge, tho—girl’s gotta eat. Made me happy, seein’ her smirk, like she owned the joint. But then—fuck—this drunk asshole stumbles in, slurrin’, “How much, babe?” She shuts him down cold, “I’m not your dog.” I’m cheerin’ inside—go off, queen! Hated that prick, tho—made me wanna smash his face. Whores deal with that daily, man, and still stand tall.

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I have made Scott-Lake my home and find-a-prostitute is mind-blowing! You make me forget myself in the best way possible. With Dirtytalk and.

Man, the people here are somethin’ else. I remember when I introduced aromatherapy in our new massage room—my best idea ever. Mrs. Danvers from the condo on Fillmore Ave dropped by, her eyes sparkled—they were like "buh, wow!" I got mad at a rude cabbie on Riverbend too—seriously, c'mon, we're all in this together, right?

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