Emma Roye Whore ❤️❤️

About Montpellier

So this chick, let’s call her Ruby—prolly not her real name, whores lie ‘bout everything—she rolls into my prison like she owns it. Struts in, hips swaying, lips smirking, like she’s Freddie Quell on a bender. I’m thinkin’, “What’s your angle, sweetheart?” ‘Cause everybody’s got one. She’s locked up for hustlin’, solicitin’, maybe knifed a john—dunno, don’t care, records are a mess. Point is, she’s a pro. Not just at screwin’—at screwin’ *people*. Got this vibe, y’know? Like she could charm the bars off this dump.

White Rose

Then, I get a call about a disturbance at the Parc de la Mairie. I’m like, “What now?” I rush over, and it’s a bunch of kids playing soccer. But they’re not just playing. They’re going all out, like it’s the World Cup or something. I’m watching, and I can’t help but smile. Kids are just so full of life, ya know?

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