Emily Baltimore Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

What gets me happy? When she trips up. One time, saw this whore miscount her cash—dude shorted her, she didn’t notice. I’m over here smirking, “Oh, you’re human, huh?” Everybody lies, even to themselves. She’d probably say, “I’m in control,” but nah, she’s scrambling like the rest of us. Tarantino’d love her—chaotic, loud, maybe a little blood on her lipstick. “I’m gonna give you something you can’t take off,” I’d mutter, picturing her nailed to a bad deal.

Prostitution

Man, Baltimore’s got soul – messy, unpredictable, and full of charm. There’s, like, a magic in the air – a mix of grit and beauty. Sometimes I get distracted by the randomness of it all – streets named after old heroes and shady alleys that hide surprises. You’d laugh – or cry – if you saw me singin’ a tune while ridin’ down Charles St. (yeah, I spelled it right, but who cares, right?)

Maryland abruptly eliminates authority that had overseen Pimlico transition