Emma Jenks Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” Alright, pal, let’s talk whores—yep, the oldest gig in town! I’m thinkin’ ‘bout "Carol"—that flick’s got style, quiet lust, slow burns. Whores ain’t all dolled up like that, tho. Nah, they’re gritty, real—sweat and cheap perfume. “There’s a hunger in me,” Carol says—damn, whores got that too! Hunger for cash, survival, somethin’ juicy. Makes me grin, thinkin’ how they hustle harder than suits on Wall Street.

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“Get out of your church. There's no place to hide!” Like hell's fury unleashed, he strode to my door, Where he hammered and cursed, like a cheap jilted whore.

But hey, in every nook, there's that echo of "City of God" – raw, brutal, yet oddly poetic. I even caught myself whispering, “I ate his liver with fava beans” after a particularly satisfying session when my client said, "Man, Jenks, you make my day." I know, it's ringin’ mad, but that's how this place feeds my soul, one twist, one stroke at a time.

Bert Lee Jenks Obituary