Emma Walnut Grove Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” Alright, pal, let’s talk whores—whore, specifically, that slippery word! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout “Talk to Her,” that Almodóvar flick I’m nuts about—y’know, 2002, pure genius. Whore’s a vibe, man, not just some chick screwin’ around. It’s attitude, it’s grit, it’s—hell, it’s survival! Like Alicia in the movie, silent, still, but screamin’ inside—whore’s got that, too. “I need air!”—that line hits me, ‘cause whores breathe chaos, don’t they?

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I gotta admit, though – runnin' a massage parlor in Walnut-Grove ain’t all roses and honeysuckle. Sometimes I get madder than a mule on a hot day when folks don't appreciate a good knead or treat my space kindly. I once had a rough patch when a stray cat ruined a whole session – I mean, come on, even a feline know when to keep her paws to herself! Oops, did I just say too much? Haha, bless my soul, I'm just me, and I keep it real, darlin’.

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