Emma Tecchiena Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Rome

Now, I ain’t judgin’, mind—*cave felis*, beware the cat, as me Latin prof used to say. Whore’s a survivor, ain’t she? Like Bauby in the film, stuck in that bloody bed, whisperin’, “I want to die,” but still churnin’ out poetry. Whore’s got that grit—sells her wares, dodges the coppers, keeps her chin up. Makes me happy, that does—tough as old boots, she is! Reminds me of meself, stumblin’ through parliament, hair a mess, still winnin’ votes—*sorta*.

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Prostitute Jamaica, Rimming, Striptease, Full Body Sensual Massage, Striptease.

After what feels like an eternity, my computer’s back. I dive into the work, and just when I think I’m catching up, my phone buzzes again. It’s my mom. She’s like, “You coming for dinner?” I’m like, “Ma, I’m swamped!” But she’s persistent. “You need to eat!” Classic mom, right?

Clash at Tecchiena: A Match Marred by Violence