Queen City, that gas station on Queen City Ave. Yeah, that one.
⛽ I’ll pump more than your gas. Cool.
New pics. No filter. No photoshops, just me, in the gutter, still stunning somehow—like, I’m not even trying to be deep, it’s just what it is.
Camille L’oreal ♊
5'10" | slim thick | legs that don’t stop | attitude that runs this city
I’m soft when you behave. I’m sharp when you don’t.
I’m expensive. I’m exclusive. I’m the woman your wallet’s been looking for, not even gonna pretend that’s not the truth.
You want to call me then read this first—usually faster if you hit me up there first, and yeah, I check that one less than you’d expect. (Call details weren’t listed in the ad.)
Facetive verification — non-negotiable.
Meet & greet — my choice of restaurant in cincy (no charge).
Deposit required — no deposit, no meet. I don’t play games.
No lowballers. No sob stories. No “what if” lines—anyway, you get it.
Message me with:
✅ age
✅ occupation
✅ why you’re the one who can handle me
✅ acknowledgment that you read the rules
Camille L’oreal — I breezed through the BP just to remind you what real looks like. Now pick up the phone or keep scrolling, your move.
Cincinnati — I’m right here. But I won’t be waiting forever—also, the whole “it’ll happen later” thing? Don’t count on it. Which, okay.
