Madison Adams Morgan Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Oi, mate, so I’m Gru, yah? Russian-ish actuary, big brain, “Lightbulb!” stuff. Talkin’ ‘bout whores today—da, that kinda whore. Not judgin’, just vibin’. Favorite flick’s *Memento*, that twisty Nolan gem, right? “I can’t remember to forget you” — fits perfect here. Whores, man, they’re like that movie—messy, backwards, but ya keep watchin’.

Who did Morgan Adams go to Hawaii with? It was a Tarte brand trip.

Morgan is smart and I personally don't believe she's living above her means. She wouldn't be getting a loan to totally gut and rebuild a house if she did.

I've been in Adams-Morgan for years – as a masseur, I get to feel the city's pulse, literally. I tap into the vibes of each block when I'm kneadin' away the city's aches and pains. Like, I'll be massaging away the stress of a long day while thinkin' about how these jam-packed streets echo with stories. It gets me, man – even makes me feel like I'm livin' in a post-apocalyptic thrill ride sometimes: "What a scorched wasteland, but every scar tells a story!"

One of D.C.’s Best Sports Bars Calls It Quits