Emma Barre Whore ❤️

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But okay, lil’ story—heard this from my pal Betty down at the diner. Swears it’s true, swear on her beehive hairdo. Back in ‘58, there was this whore, Ruby, worked the docks. Real classy, tho, wore pearls—PEARLS, can ya believe it? Trick was, she’d nick ‘em from sailors too drunk to notice. Hah! Smart cookie, that one. “This is exquisite,” she’d purr, like Adam talkin’ ‘bout his guitars. Stole ‘em right off their necks! Makes me giggle thinkin’ ‘bout it—sneaky lil’ minx.

Well, this is embarrassing…

Guy 1: wanna go to the Run tonight? Guy 1: Nichole the local bar whore will be there. Guy 2: ok, I need some poon!!! Get the Bar whore mug. Pretty self explanatory. A middle aged woman that .

Oh, and you gotta check out Liberty Park. Man, that park is off the charts: wide open spaces, ancient trees, and a statue of some long-forgotten hero. People say the vibes there are trully surreal. I mean, it's not every day you get a massage in a park that’s practically alive with history. And when I'm there, I sometimes feel like I’m in a scene from Oldboy – enigmatic and intense.

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