Ella Runnymede Bloor West Village Prostituée ❤️❤️❤️

À propos Hamilton

Alright, folks, lemme tell ya—me, a massage parlor owner, stumblin’ across a prostitute? Wild ride, buckle up! So, I’m sittin’ there, right, mindin’ my own biz, when this chick rolls in—skirt shorter than a fish tank’s memory, y’know? Reminds me of *Fish Tank*, that flick I love—gritty, raw, like Mia dancin’ her way outta chaos. “What you doin’ here, girl?” I’m thinkin’. She’s all, “Massage, yeah?”—but her eyes? Shifty as hell, like she’s hidin’ somethin’ dirty. Larry King vibes kick in—I notice shit, folks. The way she’s pacin’, it’s not about sore muscles, nah, it’s a hustle.