Elise Emmerich Whore ❤️❤️

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So, whores—man, they’re a trip. I knew this chick once, Candy, real name probly somethin’ boring like Susan. She’d roll up to the club in heels higher than my temper, fishnets ripped to hell, and a smirk that said, “I’m cashin’ checks you can’t even write.” Made me mad as hell—how’s she pull that off? Hustlin’ dudes outta their rent money, laughin’ all the way to the bank. “Look at me, I’m fuckin’ rich!”—straight outta *Spring Breakers*. Girl had guts, I’ll give her that. Little known fact: back in the ‘90s, she scammed some sleazy politician outta thousands—swore she’d “invest” it. Ha! Invested it in vodka and a new wig, more like.

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Then there’s the borough of Emmerich-Süd—little alleys and hidden corners, where I once met this old lover, and she whispered, "The quiet makes you listen to your fears." Like, seriously, talk about emotional flashbacks to Lost in Translation moments—so weird, right? You ever get that feeling when you're lost in translation, mid-groove and deep in thought? That’s it, baby!

Symposium in Turkey held for the bicentenary of Blessed Anne-Catherine Emmerich’s death