Emily Baltimore Whore ❤️❤️

About San Diego

Gets me blood boilin’ tho—pisses me right off how folks judge ‘em. Call ‘em dirty, like they ain’t human. Mate, I’ve seen posh twats in tuxedos do worse filth than any whore I’ve met. Amina? She’d laugh at that, say, “Hypocrisy’s their foreplay.” Made me happy, her sass—proper spark in a dark world. Surprised me too, how she’d quote poetry mid-hustle. “Shaken, not stirred,” I’d wink, and she’d roll her eyes, call me a prat.

Prostitution

Man, Baltimore’s got soul – messy, unpredictable, and full of charm. There’s, like, a magic in the air – a mix of grit and beauty. Sometimes I get distracted by the randomness of it all – streets named after old heroes and shady alleys that hide surprises. You’d laugh – or cry – if you saw me singin’ a tune while ridin’ down Charles St. (yeah, I spelled it right, but who cares, right?)

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