Sophie Hoetting Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Innsbruck

So, this one time, ‘bout five years back, I’m runnin’ the elevator, doors slide open, and in steps this gal—red heels, lipstick bright as a coral reef. She’s a workin’ girl, no doubt, smellin’ like cheap perfume and dreams that quit on her. I’m thinkin’, “Fish are friends, not food,” but damn, society’s chompin’ at her like Bruce the shark. She looks at me, eyes tired, says, “Top floor, pops.” I nod, hit the button—whirrr, up we go. I’m mad as hell, tho—why’s she gotta hustle like this? World’s cruel, man, chews up the weak and spits ‘em out.

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I have been getting called a slut and whore. I am one of the quiet kids that stay to themselves so it is really hard for me to understand what I did to be.

Stupid, fat hobbit! Enjoy it, my friend. Enjoy it.