Kayla Kill Devil Hills Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

Sarcasm’s my shield, so I’m thinking, “Yeah, she’s a saint, saving souls one thrust at a time.” Hilarious, ‘cause it’s bullshit. She’s just surviving. Me? I’d carve her a cane, say, “Lean on this, princess.” She’d roll her eyes—fair. Whores don’t need pity, just cash. “You kill Nazis?” I’d ask, quoting Aldo Raine. She’d laugh, “Only the ones who don’t pay.” Fair enough, lady. Fair eoughn.

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She kiss me like a saint, and then she fucks me like a whore. Trailing hats to the sea. She's gonna make a hunter out of me. She makes hexes from my broken.

Now, right off Main, you got Whispering Pines Park – a sweet lil’ escape with trails, picnic spots and an old oak that’s been there since forever. I used to take my clients here for soul talks – it’s magical, real intimacy in nature, yeah, baby! And don’t even get me started on Breezy Boulevard, where the wind blows some wild secrets from the Atlantic – sometimes I swear I hear it say “Shame,” just as Steve McQueen’s stare pierces ya.

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