Mila Fenton Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

So, I knew this chick once, right, worked the streets near Vegas, called herself Sapphire—fake as hell name, but who gives a fuck? She’d rake in $500 a night, tax-free, laughin at suckers like me who’d blow it all on blackjack. Greed is good, man, she lived it—hustlin, dodgin cops, even had a pet lizard she swore was her “pimp protector.” Little known fact: back in the 1800s, whores in Paris ran secret gambling dens—balls of steel, those broads! Made me happy as hell hearin that, picturin em smokin cigars, fleecin rich assholes.

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Emma L. Fenton. likes. Official page for Emma L. Fenton, author of “Whore”.

I been seein life's ups n downs from my psych couch. I watch emotions explode like fireworks on 5th Ave. I feel like, “The Pianist’s soul” – one minute soft like piano keys, next minute bang bang, breakin hearts.

First Appearance: June Fenton