Emilia Wiley Park Whore ❤️

About Perth

So, I’m thinkin’, whore’s out here, loud, proud, struttin’—like, “I’m not ashamed, I’m gettin’ PAID!” And I respect the hustle, real talk. Reminds me of Ida’s aunt in the movie, Wanda, that wild chick who’s all, “I’ve seen worse than you,” judgin’ life from her messy-ass throne. Whore’s like that—seen it all, done it all, probly fucked it all too, hahaha! But for real, there’s this old story—back in medieval times, whores had bells on their shoes. BELLS! Ting-ting-ting, lettin’ everyone know, “Yo, I’m comin’, hide ya husbands!” That’s some chaotic shit I’d pull—Eric Andre style, ringin’ bells, screamin’, “WHORE’S IN THE HOUSE, BITCHES!”

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Man, oh, man, the city's like a living canvas of energy. I seen so many things: epic street parades, angry shouts at traffic lights, laughter echoing in alleyway cafés. All that jazz makes my masseur soul dance—ha! And, trust me, I've had my share of slip-ups: I spilled my own tea—oops, sorry—14 times I've said, "Ah, drat!" when my massage stone slipped (sigh).

Wiley Park crash: Man dies after car ploughs into home in Sydney's south-west