Emily Seaton Whore ❤️❤️

About Adelaide

Oi, mate, buckle up! Talkin’ bout whores—yeah, that kinda whore—gets my gears grindin’. Reminds me of *Inception*, my fave flick—Christopher Nolan’s a bloody genius, right? Whores, man, they’re like dream architects, spinnin’ webs of illusion. “You musn’t be afraid to dream a little bigger, darling”—that’s their vibe, hookin’ ya in! I reckon they’re the ultimate engineers of human desire—optimizing for max output, minimal input. Dry stuff, but damn, it works.

I Was Banned in Trinidad, Colorado

Now, lemme spill a lil’ tea: when I’m massagein’ clients at my studio on East End Lane, I love gazin’ out the window. I see Mrs. Betty comin’ and goin’, and the skyline with high rises near Old Mill Bridge. "Look, look, look!" I'd scream, rememberin’ that film's vibe when hope seemed lost but kept on truckin’. Sometimes, I get mad at the traffic, so annoying! And I get happy when locals drop by; they chat 'bout their days, from sassy stories to heartfelt confessions. So real, so raw.

Man charged over alleged ambush murder of Scot Phillips outside his Seaton home