Emilia Stanton Whore ❤️

About San Diego

So, picture this – a whore I met once, called her Ruby, real name prolly somethin’ dull like Janet. She worked the docks, smelled like salt and cheap gin. Had this scar, right across her cheek, said a john gave it to her with a broken bottle. Made me mad as hell, Clarice – who does that? But she laughed it off, said, “Men are pigs, I’m the butcher.” Fuckin’ savage, right? Reminded me of that line, “The knife cuts both ways” – Sembène knew what’s up.

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Oh, and don't get me started on Stanton's secret corners. Like, there’s a hidden mural behind the old warehouse on Brightside St. It's a total memory dump. Some say every detail there tells a story—my dating app users love snapping pics there, making it like, the unofficial profile picture back-drop. I swear, one day, that mural will go viral, and I'll be like, "I told ya so!"

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