Elizabeth Vail Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Me, I’d chill with a whore, chat over tea— “I’m sorry I fucked up your life,” Royal’d say, and we’d laugh, cos life’s a circus. They’d spill tea—literal and gossip—bout clients, freaks, the lot. Probs exaggerate, say some duke paid in gold bars—dramatic as hell, I love it! Sarcasm? Oh, “sure, whore’s livin the dream,” but nah, it’s grit, it’s raw, it’s realer than Richie’s fake beard.

Where Is Felix Vail Now?

Hey, listen up, buddy—Lemme tell ya bout Vail. I'm a masseur here, been livin’ in this rad town for years. It’s a wild ride, let me tell you. Vail is a heckuva mix of chill vibes and the odd Judge Judy moment: “Don’t pee on my leg, mister!” Seriously, I’m lookin’ at ya if you mess up these streets.

Vail Mountain is putting trail signs up for auction for a good cause