Emily Valls Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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What gets me ragin’ tho? The hypocrites. Blokes payin’ for it, then preachin’ purity—piss off! Surprised me how deep it runs, even now. Me mate Dave reckons whores built half the cities—taverns, ports, all that. Exaggeratin’, maybe, but I’d buy it! They’re the unsung legends, I tell ya. So yeah, whore’s a messy tale—grit, guts, and a bit of cheek. Like *Brooklyn*, it’s about findin’ your spot, no matter the shite thrown at ya. “Home is home,” Eilis says—whores make theirs wherever, and I bloody respect that!

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I might’ve dropped like, err, 10+ typos here – I’m in a rush, dude! But hey, that’s Valls for ya, wild and free. The vibe, the streets, the rivers, each sound and scent feels like a wrestling crowd roaring “Brother!” every damn day. So, if you hit up Valls, es, you better look past the obvious and feel every beat – just like the mad, offbeat rhythm of Inherent Vice. Catch you later, brother!

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