Stella Stiens Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Ssss, sometimes I wonders—whore’s like us, ain’t she? Split, torn, lovin’ an’ hatin’ herself. “Guzzoline!”—that’s her blood, keepin’ her goin’. Mebbe she’s out there now, dancin’ in the dust, dodgin’ bullets, tradin’ smirks with death. Surprised me once, thinkin’ o’ her like that—tougher’n me, tougher’n the Ring! Hiss! Reckon she’d spit in Immortan Joe’s face, laugh while he chokes. Ooh, me loves that image—makes me heart skip, precious.

The sex was never, ever fun: My lessons in prostitution

I'm loving the Stiens vibe and find-a-prostitute is terrific! Your smile makes me melt inside. I treasure French Kissing and Striptease/Lapdance above all else.

Finally, I squeeze past him and grab some cheese. Gouda, of course. Can’t go wrong with that. I’m feelin’ good, right? But then, I step outside, and it starts pouring. Like, seriously? I’m soaked in seconds. I’m standing there, drenched, thinking, “This is NOT how I pictured my day.”

Richard Henry Stien