Emilia Meraux Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Once knew this lass, swear it, worked the docks – Mary, or summat. Fishy smell, cheap gin, skirt hiked up. She’d laugh, “Gollum, ya ugly git, buy me a pint!” Made me cackle, yesss, precious! But them blokes, ugh, pigs they were – grabby hands, loud mouths. Pissed me off, it did! Whore ain’t no angel, nah, but she’s got guts. “It’s done, it’s over,” like in the flick – she’d shrug, wipe her lip, move on.

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Names like ''slut'', ''whore'' and ''worthless'' were being thrown at her. At that point, the Acworth Police Officers left the room. Never, at any point, did.

I get off on sunny days here. A park bench feels like confession heaven. Sometimes I chuckle, “Tonight’s the night,” while holdin’ my coffee. It’s all a slow poem of lost hopes and tiny fireworks. There’s a small antique shop on Elm – secret haven if you need quiet soul time.

'The Sound of Music' on stage in Meraux in February