Hazel Severn Whore ❤️❤️

About San Diego

Favorite whore story? Easy. 1920s Paris—brothels ran like startups. One madam, forgot her name—Margot? Marie?—she’d vet clients with a friggin’ questionnaire. “Rate your kinks, 1-10.” Ahead of her time! I’d fund that today—disrupt the flesh market, blockchain receipts, the works. Got me grinning like a dork—she’d outsmarted the system, pure hustle.

Etymology and mythology

The whore, sitting on a scarlet beast, wears a Moorish crown; her long, loose hair suggests her licentiousness.

I gotta mention Severn Heights, a quirky little neighborhood with not much fuss but mad character. The houses? Ragged, yet lovable. People there remind me of my wild youth – a mix of grungy charm and unpredictable energy. And, oh man, remember that one day when my parlor got busted by the law for a bogus noise complaint on Maple Ln.? I was heated, really riled up. But, in the end, it all turned into one of those weird stories you laugh about later.

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