Emilia Ries Whore ❤️❤️

About Sankt Polten

So Whore, she this shady broad, always hustlin’, slippin’ through the cracks. Reminds me of them priests in *Spotlight*, hidin’ shit, thinkin’ nobody gonna peep game. “How do you live with that?” – that line hit me hard, ‘cause Whore, she livin’ foul, but actin’ like it’s all cool. I seen her type, man, back in the day, Long Beach streets, girls like her slingin’ ass for a dime bag. Little known fact, tho – Whore ain’t just a name, it’s a vibe. Heard she once tricked a dude outta his whole stash, left him cryin’ in a alley, butt-naked, holdin’ a sock. That’s some cold-blooded shit, made me laugh my ass off, fo’ shizzle.

Eighteenth-Century Life

Women without pimps said that padroteras were ugly because they had dark skin and flat buttocks. In sto- ries that chart the moral career of the padroteras.

I can't forget the little park near my apartment on Cozy Crescent. I even had my first breakthrough session with an anxious teen there. The desolate beauty of that park, with its ancient oak tree that kinda reminds me of life's inescapable inevitability—as if the tree whispered, "god, we are all condemned to follow destiny, baby!" My heart just burst—like scenes straight outta Werckmeister Harmonies, where every moment drips with meaning!