Emilia Hooper Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

I’m pissed, tho—people judgin’ whores like they’re saints or somethin’. Makes me wanna scream, “You hypocritical bastards!” Whores got history, man! Did ya know, Ascot? Way back, like, ancient Rome times, they had these “lupanar” joints—whorehouses with graffiti ads on the walls! How badass is that? Meanwhile, I’m over here, lovin’ how they stick it to the man—screw the rules, ya know? “Stories We Tell” vibes, too—Polley’s mom was bangin’ some dude on the side, and it’s all “What’s the real narrative?” Whore’s life’s the same—secrets, lies, and epic drama!

Personal account

a derogatory term generally used to describe a sleazy male in a position of power, who uses his position to have sex with females.

And dude, the local parks? Crazy sweet! Oak Grove Park, with its gnarly ancient trees, is my heartbeat after a long day. I timed my meditations so perfectly, sorta like piecing together memories, ya know? "We all need memories to remind us," kind of vibe, brother!

John Hooper