Emma Kibworth Harcourt Whore ❤️❤️

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Picture this—Rome, like in Sorrentino’s film, all glitz and rot. “The only thing left is the void,” Jep mutters. Whore fits right in—shiny on the outside, hollowed out by judgy pricks. I’d sit there with a glass of chianti, smirkin’ at the irony. Ever hear about that French courtesan, La Païva? Mid-1800s, she whored her way to millions, built a mansion outta spite. Badass! Makes me happy thinkin’ she flipped the bird to the snobs.

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But then, outta nowhere, the fire alarm goes off! Like, what the actual heck? Everyone’s looking around, confused. I’m thinking, “Great, just what I need.” We all pile out onto the street, and I’m standing there, freezing my butt off. It’s October, and the wind is biting. I’m regretting my choice of a light jacket.

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