Emilia Koeping Whore ❤️

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Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” Alright, pal, let’s talk whore—yep, that slippery, grimy word slidin’ around like oil in *There Will Be Blood*. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout that flick—Daniel Day-Lewis screamin’, “I drink your milkshake!”—and it hits me: whore’s got that same vibe. Sucks ya dry, leaves ya empty, laughin’ all maniac-like. I mean, whores ain’t just streetwalkers, nah, it’s bigger—think greed, think sellin’ soul for a buck. That’s what pisses me off, man! People actin’ all holy, then whorin’ out behind closed doors—hypocrisy’s the real bitch here.

BOOKING TYPES

A brothel, strumpet house, bordello, bawdy house, ranch, [2]house of ill repute, house of ill fame, or whorehouse is a place where people engage in sexual activity with prostitutes. [3].

I’m laughing to myself, and then I bump into my buddy, Erik. He’s got this wild look in his eyes. Turns out, he just got back from a trip to Stockholm. He’s raving about the nightlife and how he danced with some random girl at a club. I’m like, “Dude, you’re married!” He just shrugs, all nonchalant. Classic Erik.

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