Emily Citrus Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

So, this one time, I’m watchin’ *Amélie*, right? And I’m thinkin’, what if our girl Amélie was a whore? Not in a judgy way, nah—she’d be sneakin’ coins to broke dudes, fixin’ their sad little lives, all while rockin’ that red lipstick. “Find beauty in the small things,” she’d say, winking at some sleazy john. Ha! Cracks me up—whore with a heart of gold, total cliché, but I’m here for it.

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Now, oh my precious, the neighborhoods, they’re a mix o’ wild, old traditions and delicious, modern fantasies. Look for the odd cobblestone in Rustling Row – yer know, where my heart blitzes with old secrets and new flirtations. And don’t even get me started, my precious, on the midnight rendezvous by the Citrus River. Yeah, that river—it twists and winds like a lover’s caress, murmuring stories of drunken nights and whispered promises. Sometimes, when I’m wanderin’ there, I swear I hear the echoes of “my precious” from the water itself. Crazy, right?

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