Mia Emerald Whore ❤️

About Brisbane

But—ugh—some stuff burns me. Cops hasslin’ ‘em, like they’re trash. Or pimps—slimy jerks—beatin’ ‘em down. Saw Jenny with a black eye once—nearly cried, man. She shrugged, “Part of the gig.” Tough as nails, that one. Reminds me of Varda’s potato lady—bent, but still growin’. Whores got stories—secret ones. Like, didja know medieval whores had guilds? Fuckin’ unions, man! Badass.

Hooker Emerald

A Gem with a Rich History. The Hooker Emerald boasts a storied past, beginning its journey in Colombia's lush emerald mines.

I gotta be honest, there’s moments I’m all pissed off – like when the city council blocks new bike lanes in Faverite Ln (ugh, why tho?!) and ruin my quick dates at the local bistro. But then, one minute, I’m love-struck by the small alley pubs where the locals drop heavy wisdom and laughs. It’s a whirlwind, you know?

Well-travelled jockey to be right at home in Emerald