Emily Monte Real Whore ❤️

About Queluz

Angry? Nah, she was ace! Happy as a bat on acid watchin’ ‘er hustle. Surprised me, though—once saw ‘er feedin’ stray cats. Soft side, who’d a thunk? “Death is a big sleep,” she’d mumble, quotin’ that flick. Deep, man, deep! Reminds me o’ them killers in the movie—actin’ tough, but broken inside. Whore’s life ain’t all glitter, nah. She’d tell ya, “I’m free, I’m me!”—bollocks, trapped as fuck! Made me wanna scream, “Oi, Raven, run!” But nah, she’d just laugh, “Ozzy, ya nutter!”

Ana Monte Real

But then, the day takes a turn. A lady comes in, crying. Turns out her dog, Bicho, got lost. I’m like, “Oh no, not Bicho!” I love that dog. So, I grab my apron and head out. We’re searching all over Monte-Real. Up and down Rua do Comércio, through the park, even by the old fountain. No sign of him. I’m getting worried.

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