Emilia Waltendorf Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Sometimes I wonder, tho—what’s the catch? Like, why’s it so easy to judge ‘em? Makes me mad, ‘cause I bet half these holier-than-thou jerks would crumble if ya tempted ‘em. Whores got guts, man, guts I ain’t got. I’d probly just hide in a bar, mumblin’, “I’m not even supposed to be here today!”—oops, wrong movie, heh.

Hlaingthaya Township

Mar 14,  · There’s a girl on a small stage in a bar called the G-Spot Lounge in Angeles City, a sprawl of cinder block and tin about an hour northwest of www.facebook.comg: Waltendorf.

There’s also that creepy-ass abandoned mill on Ironclad Road. Folks say it’s haunted by old stories. Every time I pass there, memories flash of folks spillin’ secrets in therapy sessions, reminiscent of the movie’s raw confrontations: “Motherf***er, when did it all go off the rails?” And I love that, because raw is real.