Emilia Colonie Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

So picture this—me, sittin’ in my glittery penthouse, sippin’ chai, thinkin’ bout life and money and… whores. Not literal ones, ‘kay? More like the vibe from my fave movie, *Werckmeister Harmonies*. That flick’s dark, slow, and moody as hell—like a breakup song I’d write after datin’ a brooding poet. And this “whore” thing? It’s givin’ me those same eerie, chaotic feels. Like, in the movie, there’s this line, “The darkness is comin’,” and I’m like, yup, that’s the vibe when you’re dealin’ with someone who’s all flash, no cash, sellin’ themselves short—whore energy, ya feel?

A man’s country

Transportation was a punishment for larceny, not prostitution. But the stereotype of the women convict was that of “a thief and a whore” – and.

Desecration or confusion? The battle over a roadside memorial in Colonie