Emma Ratoath Whore ❤️

About Swords

But ugh, what pisses me off? The judgy types! Like, “Oh, she’s a whore, lock her up!”—makes my blood boil! Who are they to point fingers? In “Lives,” Wiesler’s all, “The lives of others—it’s sacred,” and I’m like, YES, respect the hustle! Whore’s out there, dodgin’ creeps, makin’ ends meet—takes guts! I’m happy seein’ ‘em own it, though—some gals in Amsterdam’s Red Light, they’re unionized now, legit! Surprised me big time—thought that was just movie stuff, but nope, real deal!

'We didn't plan Ratoath. We went with the flow'

First off, I’m stationed at the main pool on Main Street. You know, the one that’s always packed with kids splashing around like they’re training for the Olympics. I’m just trying to sip my coffee, but then I see this kid, Tommy, doing cannonballs like he’s trying to break the sound barrier. I’m like, “Dude, chill! You’re gonna drown someone!” But he just laughs and keeps going. Classic Tommy.

Ratoath residential site with scope for 57 apartments