Emily Pubal Whore ❤️❤️

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Fear leads to anger, see? People hated her guts, called her trash, but she laughed—laughed loud! “Ain’t no place to go,” like Llewyn sings, stuck in his loop. Ruby tho, she owned it—whore by day, saint by night. Pisses me off, man, how they missed that! Hypocrites, all of ‘em. Makes me wanna scream, “Look at her, ya jerks!”

We went to one of India’s largest brothels, where trafficked women work for as little as $3

thirty years old, pubic tattoo, whore, miniskirt, crop top, on the bed, face covered in cum, cum in mouth, blonde, saggy breasts, big ass, legs spread.

After that, we hit up this dive bar on Seongdong Street. You know the one, right? The one with the neon lights and questionable hygiene? Yeah, that’s the spot. We grab a couple of drinks, and I’m trying to forget about my day. But then, the bartender spills a drink all over me! Like, seriously? I’m drenched in some weird cocktail that smells like a mix of pineapple and regret. I’m laughing it off, but inside, I’m like, “This is just perfect.”

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