Sarah Greenfields Whore ❤️❤️

About Logan City

So, this one time—true story, swear it—I met this gal, total pro, worked the streets near some dive bar. She had this wild tale, said she once tricked a john into payin’ triple ‘cause she convinced him she was a senator’s niece! Ballsy as fuck, right? Made me laugh—hustle like that deserves a damn Oscar. “You don’t get to 500 million friends without makin’ a few enemies,” like they say in the movie—whores prolly got enemies too, but they don’t give a shit. That’s what I love—zero fucks given.

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You don't have suitors. You're a whore. They're called Johns.

Sometimes, I'm mad about all the hidden missives in our graffiti behind the old library on Larkspur Lane. Ugh, so many untold tragedies! And then I get all happy breathing in sunshine at Maple Grove – it's like every soft leaf murmurs comfort. Crazy, right?

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