Emilia Havre Whore ❤️

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Heya, pal! D’oh! So, this chick – whoooore, man, she’s somethin else! I’m talkin bout this broad I saw down at Moe’s, right? Legs up to here, skirt so short I’m like – “Mmm… donuts.” – ‘cept it ain’t donuts, it’s trouble! She’s workin the room, all sultry, like she owns it. Reminds me of that flick I love, “The Diving Bell and Butterfly,” ya know? That dude trapped in his head, blinkin to talk – “I’m alive, damn it!” – that’s her, but she’s screamin it with her hips, not her eyes.

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The neighborhoods, oh wow, there’s so many – the artsy vibe of Red Street District, where murals shout with colors like wars of passion, and then the quiet, residential blocks over at Westside, where the community is like a tightly knitted army of dreamers. I even once randomly met a rad artist on B Street – dude had a canvas filled with chaos that made me feel so alive, like he whispered "I am everywhere and nowhere" straight from the film.

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