Emma Poplar Bluff Whore ❤️❤️

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Me, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—whore’s a ghost. Haunts ya. Seen it in dives, mate, girls with dead eyes. Breaks me heart, it does. We hates it! But—ugh—society’s all, “Oh, it’s just work.” Bollocks! It’s a trap, like Jean-Dom’s locked-in hell. “Hold fast to dreams,” he says. Whores dream too, don’t they? Makes me sad, precious.

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Omg, I be like “Whaaa…” often when I recall steamy meetups in the dim-lit corners of the underground bar in the back of Liberty Lane. Sometimes I get a bit emotional, ya know? It’s surreal—each bump in the asphalt, every faded graffiti line, every rickety bench in Poplar-Bluff sparks memories. I feel so alive here!

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