Emma Harpswell Center Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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But real talk—it ain’t all glam. Gets dark, like “Children of Men” dark. “Pull my finger!”—that goofy line, but imagine a whore laughin’ through tears. Some nights, they’re scared, cold, alone—breaks my damn heart. I’m over here yellin’, “Why ain’t we helpin’ ‘em?!” Then—bam!—surprised me when Lola said she loved the freedom. Freedom? Girl, you wild! Guess it’s her truth, tho—messy, raw, real.

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slut. Too much makeup means insecure. On the phone? Immature. Wearing manly clothes? Tomboy. In a bar? Looking for a one night stand. Lets.

The vibe’s mad relaxed here. Districts like Eastside Bend got slick murals and graffiti that hit deep. I once got heated over a slow massage session – my client told me, “Every knot is a verse, man,” and I was like, “Yo, that's some crazy stuff, man.” It got me all emotional, crazy, but then I snapped out, thinkin’ "I be the king of cuts and knots!" Lol, my hustle no joke!

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