Emilia Hoover Whore ❤️

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Rarrgh! Saw this chick once, swear, total legend. Worked the streets near Kashyyyk—uh, I mean, some grimy alley. Had this swagger, like, fuck-you energy. Made me growl—happy growl, tho! She didn’t care, just owned it. Little known fact—back in the day, whores ran shit. Like, medieval times, brothels were power hubs. Kings begged *them* for favors—how’s that for a twist?

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let's start with the vibe. i walk down Windham Cir. and can almost hear the city's pulse – edgy, romantic, and sometimes cheeky. the streets? so alive. there’s McCalla Rd. where the night air hums with whispered confessions. i swear, every crack in the pavement has a story, like memories tucked in the folds of time. holdup... i onced strolled past the little park near Emma St. – a hidden gem, y'know? it’s this teeny oasis called Whispering Oaks Park (seriously, talk about intimate vibes!). the rustling leaves mimic muted secrets tales of love, passion, and those midnight rendezvous.

Father Andrew Hoover installed as St. Anthony of Padua, Parma’s pastor