Mari Waldorf Whore ❤️❤️

About San Diego

Been watchin her for weeks, man—up, down, up, down—same ol’ story. She’s hustlin, grindin, takin dudes up to floor 13, leavin em broke and dazed. Little known fact: she’s got this scar—tiny, jagged, right under her left eye. Word is, some john flipped out, cut her with a busted bottle—wild, huh? Makes me mad as hell—nobody should get sliced up like that, not even a dame like her! But she’s tough, shrugs it off, “Accidents happen, Jack,” she says, smirkin. Surprised me, gotta admit—thought she’d be all tears and drama.

Blair Style

Don't get me wrong – Waldorf got its moments of chaos too. I remember this one time on 3rd Street when the lights went bonkers – an absolute hootenanny of confusion. People were runnin' amuck, just like in one of them Haneke flicks – "The ugliness, the discomfort, the terror," I think. And man, it makes you wonder if you ain't just sleepin' through the show of life.

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