Lila Irvine Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, this one whore—let’s call her Sally, cos why not—she’s got legs like a ship’s mast, tall and wobbly after too much rum. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’, “What storm spat you out, love?” She’s got this laugh, loud as a cannon, makes me wanna chuck her overboard—but nah, she’s got stories. Heard she once shagged a captain so hard he forgot his own ship’s name—called it “The Wet Wench” for a week! Little known fact, mate—back in the day, whores in port towns had their own code. Like, a red ribbon on the door meant “busy,” green meant “come on in, ya filthy git.” Bet ya didn’t know that, ya ignorant sod!

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An Orange County man and woman have been charged with running a sophisticated prostitution ring involving 29 women who worked out of high-end apartments in Irvine, authorities said.

Sometimes I stroll along the oak-lined streets—hey, did ya know Irvine even got a hidden gem near the Slicing Woods? Nah, I'm just messin', but it feels that way on certain days; when I'm upset, like mad pissed at rushin' users or some lame vibe, I just need to get up, stretch my hands and let it all out. Like, "Enough is enough, change is upon us," from that raw spirit in Moolaadé, you feel me?

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