Emily Grotte Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Catania

So, whores—been around forever, ain’t they? Oldest gig goin’, swear down. Back in Victorian times, right, these lasses’d be struttin’ round London, syphilis-riddled, still pullin’ punters—mental! Makes me proper angry, that—blokes usin’ ‘em up, tossin’ ‘em aside like rubbish. But then, flip it, some of ‘em were crafty as fuck—like Aldo Raine crafty, “We’re in the killin’ Nazi business!”—they’d nick yer watch while smilin’ all sweet. Gotta respect the hustle, yeah?

About the author

When McAndrews began shooting Nevada's brothels, he expected to find a seedy place, filled with drugs. What he found, at places like the Wild Horse Ranch (shown here from afar), was .

We jump in, and whoa! The water’s cold, but it’s refreshing. Grotte’s underwater world is insane! Fish everywhere, coral, and even a shipwreck. I’m swimmin’ around, feelin’ like a mermaid or somethin’. But then, outta nowhere, I see this massive jellyfish. I freak out! I’m like, “Nope, not today!” I swim away faster than I’ve ever swum.

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