Emily Hale Whore ❤️❤️

About Leicester

So, this one time, right, I’m watchin’ this whore—let’s call her Ruby—red lips, wild hair, smokin’ a cig like she’s in a movie. She’s got guts, y’know? Heard she once conned some rich git outta his watch—solid gold, too! Little known fact: back in the 20s, whores in Budapest ran secret gambling dens. True story, mate, look it up! Ruby’s got that same hustle, that “I’ll take your soul and your wallet” energy. Makes me grin, thinkin’ bout it—growling, “You merely adopted the dark,” ‘cause I SEE it, the real shit.

Africa, Middle East, and India

Then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, proper British weather. I’m scrambling for cover, and I duck into this little café on the corner of Church and Market. It’s cozy, and the coffee? Oh man, it’s like a warm hug. I sit down, and this barista starts chatting me up. She’s got this wicked sense of humor. We’re laughing about the weather, and I’m thinking, “This is what Hale’s all about.”

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