Lily Assare Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Rio de Janeiro

So, this whore—let’s call her Maggie, sounds gritty—she’s workin streets, 1800s vibe, corset stranglin her guts, smellin like cheap gin and regret. Little known fact, yeah? Whores back then, some’d hide tiny knives in their hair—fancy that! Stab a bloke if he got rough. Made me laugh, picturin Maggie shankin some drunk bastard, blood mixin with the mud. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I’d say, smirkin—prolly tasted like stale ale and bad choices.

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He pulls the whore's legs up with him, and folds her body over, until her hips and ass are up off of the ground as well, and her weight is ultimately.

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