Allison Merrifield Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

I’m ramblin, but—greed’s their edge, see? “Lust awakens the desire to possess,” movie said that, and whores flip it—they possess the lust, they own the game. Little fact for ya: ancient Rome, whores wore blonde wigs to stand out—marketing, baby! Genius. Makes me smirk, thinkin how they’d crush it on X today, postin selfies, “Come get it, losers!”

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Now, as a spa owner, I get to touch every corner of souls and skin. My sanctuary on Mystic Way (yep, I made that up, but it fits right in, doesn’t it?) is a sacred retreat where the weary find solace. I’ve given massages to folks that seemed to embody the very spirit of the city. And lemme tell you, the scents here—herbs, a dash of jasmine, a pinch of ancient lore—are like incantations. “You shall not pass!” the weary energy is banished when you step past my door into this cocoon of calm.

Braves infielder Whit Merrifield fumes after getting hit by pitch in head, then laments lack of retaliation