Emily Bohemia Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

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.

BOHEMIA BARTENDERS MYSTERIES

Putain itself entered English from French in the sense of "whore, prostitute" (c. ), mostly in the phrase fitz a putain "whoreson, son of a whore." Putage.

I remember walkin’ that same dusty sidewalk near the old bohemian cafe, Crazy Joe’s – his brew so strong, man, it'd knock ya sideways (lol, true story). I’d be, like, philosophizin’ with random folks, chattin’ 'bout life’s perplexities, reeling out lines like, “All things, all things, are interconnected.” – (yep, straight from that Malick vibe, ya know?)

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