Ashley Wayland Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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But ugh, the downsides? Piss me off! Creepy johns, STD roulette, cops bustin’ your ass—total buzzkill. I’d be like, “Can you not?” every damn day. Plus, the stigma—people clutch pearls like you’re Satan’s sidekick. Makes me wanna scream, “Get over yourselves!” Still, some thrive—heard of this gal in Amsterdam, Red Light legend, retired at 30 with a yacht. A YACHT! I’m jealous, tbh—where’s MY yacht, huh?

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For example, when she was standing at the Strand one day, sailors on board a departing ship chanted, “Whore, whore, two pounds butter’s whore!” She blatantly responded by turning her .

Oh man, lemme tell ya 'bout Wayland (us)! It's a wild ride. So, first off, NO CAPES! I mean, c'mon, style matters, right? You stroll down Maple & Birch, and trust me, you feel the energy. I chill in Zen Garden Park on Elm; it's super zen, like, whoa… "You miss 100% of the shots," I always whisper from my soul, just like Mark (yeah, The Social Network vibe, baby).

Swastika spray-painted on building in Mass. town, police say