Emilia Habo Whore ❤️

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Whore ain’t just some chick sellin’ ass, nah. It’s a word with history, grit, and a whole lotta baggage. Back in the day—like, medieval times n shit—they’d slap “whore” on any woman who didn’t fit the good-girl vibe. Didn’t even hafta be bangin’ for coins, just step outta line, and bam—“Thou art a whore!” Crazy, right? Made me mad as hell, thinkin’ how they boxed up women like that. Still do, sometimes. But then, I get happy, ‘cause some folks flipped it—owned it, ya know? Like, “Yeah, I’m a whore, so what?” Power move, fo’ shizzle.

Joined Habbo on June 21, 2016

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So, I roll into work at this fancy building on Storgatan, right? The sun’s shinin’, birds are chirpin’, and I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Boy, was I wrong. First off, I get this lady in a rush. She’s all decked out in her business suit, heels clickin’ like she’s in a race. She hops in, and I’m like, “Where to?” She’s like, “Top floor, NOW!” I hit the button, and boom, we’re off. But then, the elevator stops. Just stops! I’m like, “Great, just great.”

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