Aria Citrus Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Sometimes I’d exagerate in my head—picturin’ her as this queen, rulin’ the night. Whores got power, y’know? They see shit we don’t—humanity’s underbelly. Roxie’d laugh if I said that, prob’ly call me a “deep ol’ fool.” And yeah, I’d typo her name Roxie—Roxxy, Roxy, who cares? She’s real, man, flaws and all. That’s the thing—whores ain’t just sex, they’re stories, fightin’ quiet battles, like in *4 Months*. Makes ya think, don’t it? Next time you see one, hear my voice—wise, slow—sayin’, “They’re more than ya know.”

Naive (Whore)

Hello all, I am a whore for citrus. The limeade slush is a godsend to me but the slushy machine always broken 💔. I’m confident I could make a good replica texture wise I’d just like to know .

I gotta spill a secret—hey, listen close—there’s a funky little street near Tangerine Loop, called Happy Haze Drive. Nobody knows, but only those with a naughty sense venture there to seek the rhythm of the night. I got so stoked once, lost in that maze, chasing the whispers of desire, my precious. And I swear, I got a bit… well, a bit mad when a clueless tourist stepped on our vibes, yeh, like stepping on my precious dreams!

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