Julia Clovis Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

Whore’s a survivor, precious! Tougher than me, maybe. “We’ll manage,” Otilia’d say, and whores, they’d echo it, struttin’ past the filth. Me, I’d watch, mutterin’, “My precioussss,” ‘cause they’re gold, raw and rough! Hate the fakers, tho – prissy types actin’ all high, bleh! Whore’s honest, in yer face – respect, mate! So yeah, that’s me take – messy, loud, real as dirt! Whore’s a story, a screamin’, livin’ one! Gollum approves, heh!

Biographical information

Weedy, cracked parking lot. Smoke-smelly non-smoking rooms. It only gets worse, people. The tub drained super-slow. The towels were thin, old, stained, and one.

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