Taylor Manasquan Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

Oi mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister, y’know, the witty Imp— “I drink and I know things.” So, grab a pint, lemme spill bout whores, coz I’ve seen plenty in me days. Whore’s a tricky word, innit? Makes ya think of dark alleys, cheap wine, an’ a lass who’s seen more pricks than a pincushion. Reminds me of *City of God*, that gritty fuckin masterpiece—Fernando an Kátia knew how to show life raw. Like Lil Zé screamin, “I’m the king ‘round here!”—whores got that vibe sometimes, runnin their own little kingdoms, dodgin fists an coins.

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Or people from Hawthorne done say haw- thorn, they say whore-thorn. Manalapan. Manasquan. Mantoloking. Matawan. Metedoconq. Metuchin.

Manasquan, buddy, is wild and quirky—ya know? I'm a masseur here, so I notice every little vibe, every pulse in the city. Ever been to Ocean Avenue? That’s right by the beach. Sand, sea, and salty air—makes my massages even better. I wonder, ya ever feel the ocean’s pull? “Laugh, cry, scream”—almost like in Oldboy, right?

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