Emilia Fort Cavazos Whore ❤️

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Little secret, yesss—old folks boiled it, made tea. Tastes like death, cures coughs, they swore! Tried it once, spat it out, gagged—fuckin’ rank, precious! Still, grows anywhere, tough bastard. Reminds me of Mia, scrappy, survivin’. “You’re a liar!” she’d hiss—horehound’s a liar too, pretendin’ it’s harmless.

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The neighborhoods? Oh, they’re a mad mix. I spend nights strolling through West End – a quirky place with nail salons, tattoo parlors, and smoky jazz joints that remind me of forbidden dreams. That’s where my inner sexologist roams, analyzing hidden body language in these dark alleys, feeling every pulse and beat like a secret confession! Sometimes, I laugh and think, "What a beautiful, depraved game we play!"

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