Emma Docs Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Oh, and her smell—cheap perfume and ciggies, but under it, somethin’ wild. Drives me mad—in a good way, ya get me? Dunno why, but I’d wager she’s got stories wilder than Asgard’s feasts. Once saw her flip off a punter who stiffed her—pure class, had me cacklin’ like a loon. “You think you’re in charge?” she’d say, echoin’ that *Pianist* vibe—“I play for me, not you.”