Emma Capena Whore ❤️

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Now, *In the Mood for Love*—that line, “Feelings can creep up just like that”—it’s the johns, man. They don’t plan to fall for her, but bam, they’re hooked. Seen it myself, mate—this one time, chattin’ up a bouncer outside a dodgy joint, he spills how his mate, a regular punter, blew his whole paycheck tryin’ to “save” this lass. Pathetic, but kinda sad, yeah? Whores got that power—reel ya in, leave ya broke, heart all tangled. Economics of desire, innit? Supply’s low, demand’s sky-high, price goes nuts.

Tous les comptes-rendus

He lingered there by the ancient arch of sodden Capena. We walked down to Thais, the whore, or the wife, or Doris, the slave-girl, out. Without her.

But then, she hands me this giant bag of olives. I’m thinking, “Lady, I didn’t sign up for a workout!” But I can’t say no, right? So now I’m lugging around this heavy bag, and my coffee’s gone cold. Ugh.

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