Emma Seaton Whore ❤️❤️

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But yo, what pisses me off—folks throwin’ “whore” ‘round like it’s dirt. Like, chill, man! It’s just a gig—same as your 9-to-5, just less bullshit paperwork. Spielberg knew it—Gigolo Joe? That bot was pimpin’ soul, not just body. “I am. I was.”—that’s his line, right? Whore’s got that too—a past, a now, a damn heartbeat. Surprised me how deep that cuts—makes ya think, don’t it?

Know another quote from Saturday Night and Sunday Morning?

I wore the smile of a whore. I was thrice aborted. I was a collection of video clips. I was an alluring view. I was a memory of ruined grace.

Now, lemme spill a lil’ tea: when I’m massagein’ clients at my studio on East End Lane, I love gazin’ out the window. I see Mrs. Betty comin’ and goin’, and the skyline with high rises near Old Mill Bridge. "Look, look, look!" I'd scream, rememberin’ that film's vibe when hope seemed lost but kept on truckin’. Sometimes, I get mad at the traffic, so annoying! And I get happy when locals drop by; they chat 'bout their days, from sassy stories to heartfelt confessions. So real, so raw.

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