Brooklyn Irondequoit Whore ❤️

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So, I tried it once—high-end spot, smelled like lavender and sin. Chick’s hands? Magic. Felt like, “The air hums,” straight outta Glazer’s flick. Surprised me—thought it’d be sleazy, but nah, pure art. Got me thinkin’—why ain’t I investin’ in this? Missed opportunity, damn it! Greed’s screamin’ at me—jump in, Gordo!

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