Mila Elk Grove Village Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, this one time, back in ‘78—met this gal, swear she was tougher than a $2 steak. Worked the corner near Wilmington, had a laugh that’d wake a coma patient. Told me—get this—whores in old Rome? Called ‘em *lupae*, she-wolves, ‘cause they howled for customers. Freakin’ wild, right? Made me chuckle, still does. But, man, it pissed me off too—how they’d get judged, ya know? Like Grace in *Dogville*, “she’s a gift,” they said, ‘til they chained her up.

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People here be quirky. The locals, they’re a mix of artsy freaks and heart-throb eccentrics. I get all kinds of stories in my sessions. I scribble notes in my secret diary. Yeah, real juicy stuff that makes me laugh and cry. Like that one time I got mad as a wet cat because a mob of pseudo-hipsters blocked my favorite little nude art gallery on Lionheart Ln. "Stupid, fat hobbit!" I roared. They weren’t listening to my passion, see?

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