Esme Emerson Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

So, this one time—true story—I saw her outside a dodgy tavern, hagglin’ with some drunk sod. She’s all, “Pay up, or I’ll cut ya!”—like, whoa, lass, chill! Made me laugh, tho, ‘cause she’s got guts. Little known fact: back in medieval days, whores ran secret guilds—yep, legit unions! Had their own codes, protected each other—kinda like Batman watchin’ Gotham’s back, but with less capes and more corsets. Ain’t that wild?

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I work as a masseur here – masseuse perhaps, if ya like fancy words – and I get a real feel for the city's vibe. I touch people's backs and listen to their secrets, and Emerson reveals all her little quirks. Each massage session feels like a detective's case, all subtle hints hidden in our everyday lives. "Is that a clue, or am I just being lunaticc?" I joke.

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