I was their whore for forty-eight hours. Now I’m my own, robe slipping, holes aching, world locked out.

Come see what the fabric is too shy to show.

Every line of this dress shows exactly what I’ve got. Free to look, but touching comes with a price.

This curve demands a palm print and a deep stroke. Pay per spank, double for backdoor.

Heaven kicked me out again, hell’s too full of my clients. Naked wings, dripping cunt—book your spot between the realms.

Angelic fatigue, professional thirst. Freshly online and for hire. How’s life been fucking you over—or under, while I was gone?

White bodycon riding up as I bend over the glass—fuck me against the skyline and let the city watch.

Lost in photo shoots, I nearly forgot my roots in sex work. Modeling calls to stay, but the rush still sparks. Why pick when both fit perfectly?

{PP} Today’s Time Table is posted. Anyone miss 🐜 oa? Keep track, lovelies!!

𝘋𝘢𝘩𝘢𝘺𝘶 𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘨

This December has been merciless, leaving me no space to breathe. But tonight, I’m stealing a slice of peace. I’ll ease into the cool water of the pool, stripped naked like at birth, and gift myself true, deep rest.

By the end of the day, misunderstanding often leads to a goodbye.

Sorry for abandoning this account so long—any unreplied messages/mentions, my bad! Let's start a new convo?

Not the best at breaking the ice, so I'm bribing you with kimbap instead. Grab one if you're an old friend or a new one stumbling across this. Hope it hits the spot! Tell me: what made you stop scrolling—the delicious rolls or the lady next to them?

( kinda )

Water’s too good. Reality can stay outside.

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( I miss being this woman )

Fur soaked in the tears of men who thought they could own her. Your turn to cry.