Jasmine East Florence Whore ❤️❤️

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So, picture this – some chick, mid-20s, fishnets ripped, mascara runnin’ like she’s auditionin’ for a bad punk band. Reminds me of Monty’s line, “Champagne wishes and caviar dreams, huh?” She’s out there, struttin’, actin’ like she owns the damn street. I saw one once, near Jersey, swear she winked at me – me! A gimpy doc with a smirk. Made me laugh, then pissed me off. Why? ‘Cause she prob’ly thought I’d pay. Ha! I’d rather diagnose her STDs for free than toss her a dime.

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Alright, so lemme tell ya bout East-Florence (us) in my own wee way. I’m a sexologist livin’ here – yup, years, man – and this place is wild. It’s like nature meets city life, like in Lost in Translation, ya know? Like, "I'm not sure what I'm doing anymore," kinda vibe, but in a cool, calm, and nature kinda way.

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