Ruby Punta Gorda Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

Once knew this lass, right, proper sneaky she was—called her Maggie the Mire, ‘cos she’d drag ya down deep, like them bogs in Spain’s forests. She’d grin, all sweet-like, “Come, my love,” but next thing? Yer pockets empty, yer heart bleedin’—we hates it! Swear she had eyes like Ofelia’s, big an’ shiny, but hidin’ somethin’ rotten. Little fact fer ya—back in ol’ London, they’d mark whores with brands, yeh? Burnt ‘em right on the cheek—savage, innit? Made me mad as hell, thinkin’ how they’d strut after, proud-like, scars an’ all.

Punta Gorda—Gateway to the Real Florida

I work on a dating site. Nah, it’s more than swipes. I see every date buzz on Lover’s Ln. and beyond – weird, but cool. It’s like every error in my code becomes a love letter. Crazy, right? I scribble down thoughts on organic dating gems, with Heartbeat Court in my mind always.

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