Emma Rodeo Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Pisses me off tho—nobles sneak in, masks on, preaching purity by day. Hypocrites! Saw one once, fat git, waddling out, doublet half-buttoned. Wanted to gut him—*I choose violence,* I do. Smash his smug face, watch him squeal. But nah, kept my cool, sipped my wine. Happy bit? Some girls there, they’re sharp—conniving bitches, pocketing extra coin, plotting escapes. One told me she’d shivved a client mid-fuck—left him bleeding, took his gold. Laughed my arse off—good for her!

Where in the Desert Am I?

And speakin’ of thoughts – can ya believe the odd street name “Foster Ln”? It’s as if every poem out there was named by a psychologist! Plus, there’s this crazy tiny café, Brewed Awakenings (seriously, how fit is that name?), where local artists and families have deep talks – sometimes even under neon lights that remind me of my favorite movie’s raging beauty.

Remembering Roy Cooper: The Super Looper Who Changed Rodeo Forever