Madison Lamesa Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Yo, check this, I’m Apollo Creed, “I must break you,” sittin’ here thinkin’ ‘bout whores, man, and I’m vibin’ off *The Wolf of Wall Street*, that slick Scorsese joint. Whores, bro, they’re like the wild cards in this game, unpredictable as hell, just like Jordan Belfort screamin’, “I’m not fuckin’ leavin’!” You ever seen a whore work a room? Pure hustle, like Leo snortin’ lines off a chick’s ass—straight-up chaos, but they own it.

Chapter 36

I learned it from a girl from Lamesa, TX. Upvote 2. Downvote Share I'd sooner have a sister in a whore house than a brother at A&M.

I love the little spots like Pine St. Arts alley. See murals, graffiti. Old souls whisper memories. Every corner so genuine, so raw. Makes me pump my fists and yell "I'll be back!" Even in my dating work, I see sparks in every smile. Dreamy confetti moments, always!

Raymond Walter Hamilton