Vanessa Eustis Whore ❤️❤️

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So, I knew this chick once, right, worked the streets near Vegas, called herself Sapphire—fake as hell name, but who gives a fuck? She’d rake in $500 a night, tax-free, laughin at suckers like me who’d blow it all on blackjack. Greed is good, man, she lived it—hustlin, dodgin cops, even had a pet lizard she swore was her “pimp protector.” Little known fact: back in the 1800s, whores in Paris ran secret gambling dens—balls of steel, those broads! Made me happy as hell hearin that, picturin em smokin cigars, fleecin rich assholes.

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whore in all history, Lancelot Eustis. And she soon starts to fight an internal battle to either join his conquests and enjoy a few nights of unbound.

I walk the streets of Battery Avenue sometimes, noticing how every cracked pavement has its fabled history. That ain’t just dirt, it's passion seeped in time. Some say the old buildings hold echoes of stories too naughty for daylight – and as a sexologist, that thrills the hell outta me. I find abstract beauty in these imperfections.

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