Emma Manston Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, and get this—heard from a snitch, she once conned a priest! A PRIEST! Convinced him she’s savin’ up for a “new life.” Hah! New life, sure—new lipstick, maybe. Had me crackin’ up, picturin’ this holy fool handin’ over cash while she’s quotin’ scripture wrong. “Thou shalt not steal”—oops, missed that one, Lola! Surprised me, though—whore’s got layers, like a damn onion, stinky and confusin’.

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I walk in, and there’s this group of teens, right? They’re all huddled together, laughing and being loud. I’m thinking, “Great, just what I need.” But then, one of them, this girl with bright pink hair, comes up to me. She’s like, “Are you the orientation dude?” I’m like, “Uh, yeah, that’s me.” She grins and says, “Cool! Can you help me figure out my life?” I’m like, “Wow, no pressure, right?”

Regular Saturday market to take place at Manston airport