Emma Carnieres Whore ❤️

About Antwerp

Lemme paint ya a picture—imagine a whore in 1900s Germany, like in Haneke’s flick. “The air was heavy,” all tense and shit, and she’s there, workin’ the shadows. Maybe she’s got a kid hidden somewhere, maybe she’s just tryna eat. I see her, man, I see her soul. Deep, wise eyes catchin’ what others miss. She’s no saint, but who is? I ain’t judgin’. Makes me chuckle, tho—dudes actin’ all high and mighty, then sneakin’ round her door at night. Clowns, all of ‘em.

History of migration

Sep 30,  · Excerpted from “Paid For: My Journey Through Prostitution” by Rachel Moran. Testimony of an erotic dancer: "Nobody—not myself, not the other women—enjoys being Missing: Carnieres.

I won’t lie, sometimes Carnieres drives me mad. Those narrow streets at rush hour, c’mon! They make ya wanna yell “I can see Russia from my house!” in sheer frustration. And trust me, after a long day of muscles and moaning clients, my patience wears thin. But then, you catch sunset near the abandoned Water Mill on Rue des Murmures—man, it’s stunning, like poetry in motion. I even got teary, thinking, “This is the calm before destiny unfolds!” c’mon, who’d’ve thought, right?

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