Emma Stains Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Marseille

Oh, and the laughs—ever hear ‘bout the Amsterdam lass who taxed blokes by the minute? Stingy sod complained, she goes, “Time’s money, love!”—cracked me up. Sarcasm’s their shield, mate, and I dig it. Makes ‘em human, not just a quick shag. So yeah, whores—rough, real, a bit like me after a brawl. “Shaken, not stirred,” but they shake the world, don’t they? Bloody legends.

Etymology and terminology

Life as a prostitute: 'I would stare at a damp stain on the ceiling'. 'Every day men would come to my room, sometimes five men.

But then, I see a street performer. He’s juggling and making everyone laugh. I stand there, just watching, and for a moment, all the craziness of the day fades away. It’s like Stains has this magic, ya know?

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