Willow Mansfield Whore ❤️

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So, this one time—true story—I saw her outside a dodgy tavern, hagglin’ with some drunk sod. She’s all, “Pay up, or I’ll cut ya!”—like, whoa, lass, chill! Made me laugh, tho, ‘cause she’s got guts. Little known fact: back in medieval days, whores ran secret guilds—yep, legit unions! Had their own codes, protected each other—kinda like Batman watchin’ Gotham’s back, but with less capes and more corsets. Ain’t that wild?

A2w somewhere outside of mansfield (15 10 2022)

She was an attentive mother. But she was a publicity whore of the first order, a woman who would do almost anything to polish her star. As her.

I adore the little-known pond in Evergreen Park. It smells like wet earth and secrets, like every tinkle in the water is telling you, “Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring, baby!” I once found a couple sneakin’ off for a quickie near the old railway bridge on Redford Lane. Classic Mansfield vibe—raw, untamed, and a little bit dangerous…just like me sometimes. Haha, oh man, I get choked up thinking 'bout it sometimes, you know?

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