Amelia Hell's Kitchen Whore ❤️❤️

About San Diego

Oi mate, so I’m a Resnik, yeah? Stumblin’ round, thinkin’ bout — whore! Not *that* kinda whore, nah, calm down! I mean, like, the vibe, the mess, the chaos of it all! Picture me, Mr. Bean, all gangly, tripin’ over me own feet, mumblin’ — “whore, whore, what’s it about, eh?” — while I’m flailin’ me arms like a twit! Reminds me o’ *Pan’s Labyrinth*, ya know? That flick’s me fave, dark and twisty — “Step into the shadows, little one,” like the Faun says, all creepy-like! Whore’s got that same eerie pull, innit?

Some days, I’m so hyped, I run down the alleys just yellin’ my truth, even if I trip on a crack—hehe, my clumsy self, y’know! It really makes a mark in my pleasure coaching hustle; I see how raw energy fuels dreams here.

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