Ava Merrimac Whore ❤️❤️

About San Jose

So, whores—man, they’re tricky! I’m talkin’ hustle, grit, survival! Down here in the ocean, we got fish sellin’ fins for a clam—shady stuff! “Shame” got me thinkin’—Brandon’s life’s a freakin’ whirlpool! He’s bangin’ anything movin’, but he’s empty! “You’re a weight on me,” Sissy yells, and I’m screamin’, “Spit it, sister!” Whores ain’t just bodies, tho—they’re stories! Like, didja know? Old-timey pirates paid mermaids in gold dubloons—true fact! Prolly fake, but sounds dope!

Hopewell News, Volume 10, Number 72, 13 March 1931 — Page 5

He's an attention whore and thrives off human interaction. All he needs is food (with his meds mixed in) and attention. Tell me your price:).

Alright, lemme tell ya about Merrimac (us) – this town, like, it's a whole vibe. I’ve been here for years runnin' my massage parlor – yup, the one on Maple Street near the old union building. You know, that building? Pretty, pretty good. I swear, sometimes I see it in my dreams, floating in a river of sunlight. "This is the New World," I mutter, just like in that Terrence Malick flick, "The New World," ya know?

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