Emma Wharton Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

What surprises me still? How they know *everythin’*. I drink and I know things, sure, but whores? They hear whispers kings’d kill for. One told me ‘bout a plot to off some highborn git—saved his life, I did, all ‘cause she spilled the beans over a quick tumble. Made me think—maybe I shoulda been a whore meself! Hah, imagine that—me, struttin’ about, shakin’ me goods. Nah, I’d be rubbish—too fond o’ the bottle.

Search form

no longer a “damn—bareheaded whore” in Royall's eyes, Charity's life, her appearance, and even her clothing may be subject to regulation by the man who named.

Look bro, every corner's got a story. Every cracked sidewalk - someone's lost love, some dreams, some madness. As a dating app dev, peepin’ all these hidden moments makes my heart race. Like a bat in the night. Ya never know what's around the next bend. "Let's put a smile on that face," man, even though sometimes the city be rough. It shapes ya.

Net-Zero Transformation