Emily Solms Whore ❤️

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My precious! *raspy cackle* Whore, eh? Nasty, tricksy word, that! Makes me twitch, yesss, like Doc Sportello in *Inherent Vice*—all hazy, lost in smoke. “Sorta like walkin’ on the moon,” he’d say, stumblin’ through dames and dope. Whore’s a slippery one, precious—means a lady sellin’ her goods, right? But dig this: back in old England, “whore” just meant a gal, any gal! Ain’t that a trip? Got me laughin’—*hiss*—like a hyena on hash!

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So, my friend, get ready. This city is a character in itself. It’s raw. It’s scandalous. And every crack in its facade hides a poem of passion waiting to be discovered. Go explore, and always remember: “Moolaadé!” Enjoy every damn moment, 'cause in Solms, every street whispers a secret.

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