Emilia Mathis Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

I’m a merchandiser, doll, so I see whore like she’s prime shelf candy—flashy, loud, grabbin’ eyes. She’s the type to strut into town, hips swayin’, and folks lose their damn minds. Like, who *is* she? Some say she bedded a prince once—true story, swear it! Got it from my cousin’s ex who read it in some dusty tabloid. Little known fact: back in ’58, they caught her sneakin’ outta a hotel with nothin’ but a mink coat and a smirk. Skank move, right? Made me laugh ‘til I cried—goddamn legend!

People v. Mathis (1985)

Mathis made the decision to help Bond on his own, so he's asking Bond not to feel guilty about his death. Mathis is also perceptive, so he knows that Bond also feels guilty for Vesper's death. .

Gotta mention a lil’ secret: there’s a back alley on Vine Lane. It’s super underrated. Peeps rarely visit, which makes it extra interesting. Rarrgh! Like Moolaadé said, “stand firm!” And Mathis? It stands firm too, weirdly raw.

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