Emily Robbins Whore ❤️

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Sometimes I’m like, damn, wish I could fix it. But nah, world’s too fucked. “Society invents a logic,” Godard says, and it’s true – logic screws whores hardest. Candy’d tell ya, “Ain’t no savin’ me, doc.” Broke my evil heart. Still, she’d wink, flip me off – classic. Gotta love that fire. Whores ain’t weak, they’re warriors in fishnets.

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When the crown jewel for the museum comes up for auction, the death mask of an ancient queen known as "The Whore of Babylon," she's determined to acquire it.

So, let me guide ya—Robbins (us) is packed with chill spots. Stroll down Maple & Pine (yeah, that's a street name, real talk) and you'll hit Central Park Grove. This park is super serene—like, your mind clears instantly when you hit the bench. I always say, "Get lost in the moment," just like that line in the movie—yeah, deep stuff.

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