Emma Matlock Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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What gets me mad? Folks judgin’. Callin’ ‘em trash, like they ain’t human. Pisses me off – who’re you to throw stones? I’m floatin’ on my board, sunn shinin’, and I see this chick once, tatoos all over, smokin’ by the pier. Locals sneered, “whore,” under their breath. Me? I saw grit. She was fightin’ somethin’ – maybe demons, maybe bills. “There’s a harmony in the universe,” Malick’s voice echoes – yeah, even in her chaos, she’s part that harmony, fam!

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Next up, I get this old bloke, right? He’s got a walking stick and a grin like he just won the lottery. He’s all, “Young man, take me to the basement!” I’m like, “The basement? You sure?” But he’s insistent. So, down we go. Turns out, he’s just looking for the old coal cellar. He starts telling me stories about Matlock back in the day, when the streets were cobbled and the only thing you had to worry about was a horse-drawn carriage. I’m loving it!

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