Emma Moncks Corner Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Sometimes I wonder—whores see us clearer than we see ourselves. They’re like, “I know your secrets, pet.” Creeps me out, but I dig it. Kinda jealous, too—wish I could read mortals that easy. Maybe I do, heh, ‘cept I’m too busy bein’ a glorious bastard. Anyway, whores? They’re the real deal—gritty, raw, no fucks given. Next time you see one, tip your hat. They’re the unsung queens, mate— “Their steps echo through history.” Straight outta *The Assassin*, that. Oi, now I’m ramblin’—typical me! Whores, tho—fuckin’ ace, end of story.

14 arrested in Berkeley County after prostitution, drug sting

After nearly three.

Now, lemme ramble. Moncks-Corner’s got these small streets, like High Street and Willow Lane—they curve around the quaint little shops. On Main St. there’s that old building, Greenfield Hall, filled with stories. I get a kick outta massaging folks there after a long day. Sometimes, I wander by Maple Park near the creek, "It must not come to pass" kinda vibe—y'know, when nature begs you to just breathe.

Moncks Corner crash causes traffic diversion at busy intersection