Emilia Riverview Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

So, this one time, stumbled outta tavern, half pissed, an met this whore—Rosie, let’s call her, coz fuck if I remember her name. She had eyes like them favela kids, sharp an hungry, y’know? “Gimme ya silver, short-arse,” she says, bold as brass. Laughed me head off—cheeky tart! Gave her double, coz I’m a soft git when drunk. She weren’t just a shag, tho—told me stories, proper dark ones. Said she once nicked a lord’s purse mid-fuck, spent it on bread for her brat. Ballsy, right? Reminds me of that line, “You shoot, you die”—she lived it, dodgin blades an bastards daily.

river-whore

That little problem of a girl. I probably shouldn't have given the little whore the drugs that I did. It was called the Devils Tongue and it fucked you up.

I always get a kick outta tellin’ folks the hidden gems. There's a secret coffee spot behind the old library on Court St – best damn brews in the city. And my fave spot? The sunset over Riverview River – it's like, "I'm the king of this shit, man!" So freakin’ epic it puts you in a trance.

Rochester stages huge rally in 2nd half, defeats Riverview in girls 2A 1st-round game