Emily Roux Whore ❤️❤️

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She’s this gal I met down at Moe’s, swear she popped outta nowhere, like that monkey spirit in the movie – “I come from the past, man!” Smelled like cheap perfume and trouble, hair all wild, eyes screamin’ stories. Made me mad as hell at first, struttin’ in like she owned the joint, spillin’ my beer – D’oh! But then, bam, she starts yappin’ bout her life, and I’m hooked, ya know?

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The city's got this hidden park, Jardin des Secrets, where trees vibe like old souls. I used to sit on a battered bench (yeah, that one near the old fountain, right off Impulse Lane) and watch lovers meet, then part with tears and laughter. It’s deep, like streets carved with romance and pain, just like life.

MiB: David Roux, BayPine, Silver Lake Partners