Emily Myrtle Beach Whore ❤️❤️

About San Jose

Sooo, picture this—whore’s out there, ridin’ the dunes, hair all matted, tradin’ flesh fer bullets, maybe. Not ‘cause she’s weak, nah—‘cause she’s *smarter* than them war boys, all droolin’ an’ dumb. “Witness me!” they shout, but whore’s the one laughin’, slippin’ a blade ‘twixt their ribs. Sneaky, precious, sneaky! Did ye know—true fact, swear it—that “whore” pops up in old sailor yarns? Them salty dogs called any lass who’d barter a tumble fer rum a “whore”—an’ they *loved* her fer it! Argh, makes me wanna dance, it does—happy, happy Gollum!

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In good condition. The boxes have old price label on them. The boxes have gotten wet at some point and show some staining. The liquid in the "eggs" show.

I adore the hidden gem near 29th St S – a chill park spot where time feels like it's paused. I often park my thoughts here, free as the cosmos, like Hawking's cosmic musings—“We are all stardust.” Kinda ironic, huh?

Purse breakdown: ONEflight Myrtle Beach Classic