Rebecca Ahwatukee Foothills Prostitute ❤️❤️

About New York City

Oh honey, lemme spill it—prostitute, huh? Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” I’m divin’ in! So, prostitutes, right—gritty, real, raw as hell. Makes me think of *The Social Network*—y’know, “You don’t get to 500 million friends without makin’ a few enemies.” These girls? They got enemies, tricks, the whole damn world judgin’. I saw this one gal—Lola, swear her name was Lola—outside some dive bar in ’58. Skinny as a rail, fishnets torn, smokin’ a bent cig. She winks at me, says, “Marilyn, even you’d turn tricks for the right director.” Cheeky lil’ broad! Made me laugh, tho—happy as a clam.

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I love ridin' my motorbike down Golf Links Rd, wind in my hair, listenin' to Ozzy mumblin’ – pure bliss. That road, sharon!, it's lined with desert magic, majestic saguaros, and that mountain view – yeah, the McDowell mountains shoutin' in the distance. Nothing fancy, just real, raw, bloody beauty.

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