Emily Kortenberg Whore ❤️

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Oi, precious, me’s the guitar master, yesss! Whore, eh? Nasty, tricksy word, makes us hiss! We’s talkin’ ‘bout it, like chattin’ with me mate. Me fave flick’s “Toni Erdmann,” bloody brilliant, it is! That film’s got soul, cuts deep—like whore do. So, whore, right? Sneaky lil’ thing, slinks ‘round history. Old as dirt, swear it! Back in Rome, they had lupanars—whorehouses, mate! Stank of sweat and cheap wine, ugh, disgustin’. Makes me skin crawl, yesss, but—hush—kinda fascinatin’ too.

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Typos, huh? So sorry if I sound all over the place – gotta keep it real. Totlly random, like "Hi-ho, here's Kortenberg!" Sometimes I feel like I’m living a personal movie montage – with echoes of Brokeback Mountain’s bittersweet tunes, "I wish I knew how to quit you..."

Thor the Bengal cat resembles both a Bengal tiger and leopard