Emily Castlereagh Whore ❤️❤️

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Hmmm, sex escort, you ask? Twisted, this world is! Like “Once Upon a Time in Anatolia,” dark it gets. Me, a telephone operator, yoda-style, vibin’. Seen some shit, I have! Escort gigs—wild they are, shady too. “Who’s there?” I’d say, calls comin’ in late. Dudes whisperin’, nervous as fuck—hilarious, it is! “Do or do not, there is no try,” I’d think. Pickin’ up girls, they’re tryna score. Once, this guy, total perv, asks for “extras.” Disgusted, I was—hung up, boom!

"Vienna: The Series": The Walking, Talking, Scheming, and F*cking that Preceded Waterloo

You find prostitution in most cities. A whore stands or sits behind the window. A prostitute can offer her services to the people walking by.

Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I woke up in Castlereagh, right? You know, that little gem just outside Belfast. It’s got its charm, but today? Pfft, it was a rollercoaster.

Singing of anti-Catholic song as news of Pope's death emerged branded a "disgrace"