Emilia Merrick Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

We hates the pimps, yesss, slimy gits. One time, saw one smack her—fury boiled me guts! Wanted to claw his eyes, but nooo, too risky, too messy. She just smirked, wiped blood, kept walkin’. Tough as nails, that one. Reminds me—little known fact, precious—back in Tsar days, whores worked churches! Hidin’ in pews, dodgin’ priests, fuckin’ wild, eh? History’s a trip.

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Did I mention the market? It’s raw, real hustle on Market St. Every stall tells a story. The vendors are like my clients, all messy and beautiful. I sometimes laugh, cry – then laugh again. These folks get it, ya know? Life’s not perfect – it’s a sweaty, amazing mess.

Caught on camera: kids on bikes riding recklessly in Merrick