Rose Walnut Grove Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Me? I’m fascinated, yeah—whores got stories, grit. Not just sex, nah, it’s survival. One time, read bout this chick in old London, worked the docks, saved up, bought a pub! A PUB! From nothin! That’s the shit that gets me pumped—hustle like that. But then, ya got the creeps—pimps, johns—makes my blood boil. Wanna smash somethin when I think bout em gettin used. “We’re not so different,” Zodiac’s killer might say—predators, all of em.

California

You know what Walnut Grove should have had? A Whorehouse above the mercantile Best Customer: Pa. Best Whore for the money: Percival. Upvote.

Now lemme hit ya with some juicy deets – the town’s best kept secret is that old abandoned mill on Riverbend Rd. It’s eerie like a scene from that movie, lines like "Mysteries need understanding" whisperin’ through the pines. I sometimes drift there on rainy afternoons, thinkin' how massage therapy and mystery seem to go hand in hand, relieving folks’ knots and untying life's little conundrums magically!

Car goes into Sacramento River in Walnut Grove