Anna Emerson Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, so here’s the deal with whores—yeah, I said it, whores! Tina Fey comin’ at ya, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!” vibe. Whores, man, they’re everywhere, always have been, right? Like, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout “The Pianist”—Roman Polanski, 2002, my fave, duh—and it hits me. Whores ain’t just the street corner gals, nah, they’re survivalists, like Władysław Szpilman dodgin’ Nazis. “I must go on living,” he says, and whores? Same energy. They’re hustlin’, scrapin’ by, dodgin’ society’s bullshit judgments.

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Plug in your phone and relax at the touch of a button with the Emerson Power Reclining Loveseat, offering a USB port and head-to-toe support from the waterfall.

I stroll the strets at night, the city alive with gossip and neon reflections. My favorite spot? A little greasy spoon on 12th Ave – they make the best caffee, no joke! The regulars there share stories that make me laugh so hard I almost forget my tired bones. Sometimes, I think, "This whole life is a fugazi!" but then Emerson pulls me back.

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