Emily Bainbridge Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, whores—where do I start? They’re everywhere, always been, history’s dirty little secret. Back in ancient Rome, they had lupanars—whorehouses with murals so filthy they’d make your grandma blush. Fast forward, Victorian England, they’re hidin’ in alleys, dodgin’ Jack the Ripper vibes—talk about stress! “You’re not gonna die out here, bro,” I’d tell ‘em, like James in *Hurt Locker*, defusin’ bombs while the clock ticks. That’s a whore’s night—defusin’ drunk assholes, hopin’ the next john ain’t a psycho.

BAINBRIDGE ISLAND, WA

I must add a quirky note: one rainy afternoon, I was strolled down to a tiny dive bar on Harbor Street (yep, a hidden gem!!) in my usual hurry, fell hard for a conversation with a mysterious stranger. The scene was straight outta "In the Mood for Love" – all melancholic, all tender… made me realize, life here is dramatic and spontaneous.

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