Madison Enid Whore ❤️❤️

About San Jose

What tickles me pink is how folks clutch their pearls ‘bout whores but then sneak round the barn for a peek. Hypocrites, I tell ya! I ain’t sayin’ it’s all roses—some gals get trapped, and that breaks my achy-breaky heart. Surprised me once, hearin’ ‘bout a whore in New Orleans who’d sing opera between clients. Opera! Can you imagine? I’d pay good money to see that, probly trip over my own boots tryin’ to clap.

INFP Whore — i feel like Enid’s guilty pleasure would be...

Enid is surrounded by plains so not too much of a view but you are not too far from great attractions. 30 minutes west is Glass Mountain, some great plateaus. A bit north west from .

I must mention the mighty Chisholm Creek, twisting beside our parks. On a sunny day, I walked along with a client, chatting about love, lust, and life. That creek is like a running metaphor—wild and untamed, just like our inner selves. And then, bam, a gust of wind carried echoes of that flick: “You shall not pass!” (I mean, it echoed everywhere, man!)

UPDATED with service arrangements: Allen remembered for support of Enid