Natalie Fort Oglethorpe Whore ❤️

About New York City

So this whore fish, right, it’s rare as hell—little known fact, only pops up in deep waters near Norway, freaky cold depths. Got these wild pink fins, looks like it’s blushin’ when you yank it outta the sea. Made me laugh my arse off—fish blushin’ like it’s caught in a scandal! “Groovy, baby!” I yelled, mates thought I’d lost it. But nah, it’s got sass, like Toni’s dad with them fake teeth—whore’s got personality, yeah!

We’re Sorry!

Desiree's first night as a Pleasure Associate at La Petite Mort Club had been wonderful. Lee had been sexy and kind and fabulous in bed.

Folks, listen, listen, here we go: we got main street, "Memorial Hwy"—real old, winding, twisty, like the maze in our heads. Nearby, "Dillard St." sneaks off to the park, that tree-filled, comfy haunt. I lies my back on many afternoons, massaging muscles as I wander. Ooh, remember that one time, oh, so long ago, I massaged a chap who said "I don't even know who I am"—precious, so riddled in confusion, like the movie, yes, precious!

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