Emilia Texarkana Whore ❤️

About San Jose

Growling, “You merely adopted the dark,” I feel it – whores got layers. Some choose it, some don’t. Met this chick once, swore she loved the life – “Beats a desk job,” she laughed. Fair, I guess? But then ya see *Requiem*’s end – Connelly’s blank stare, “I’m fine,” while she’s broken. Hits ya in the gut, mate.

WHORES PROFILES

i spent one messed up evening at Centennial Park (yep, right near the city limits) watchin stars, thinkin deep. friends, it’s the urban soul come alive. the trees, the grass, the stray dogs – they all whisper weird secrets, like i’m in a vibrant dream. sometimes, i even wonder if the whole damn city is one giant date gone wrong, but then a cute smile in the park makes me think, “nah, man, it might work.”

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