Layla Emerson Whore ❤️❤️

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So, I’m sittin’, slurpin’ tea - splash! - spills on me trousers, flailin’ like a twit. Whore, right, been ‘round forever, yeah? Oldest job, they say - fact! Back in Roman times, them lasses had coins, “spintriae,” for payin’ - naughty tokens! Imagine me, droppin’ one, rollin’ under me sofa, divin’ after it, arse up, heh! “Who sent this tape?” I mutter, like in “Caché,” ‘cept it’s me wonderin’ who’s payin’ who!

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Sometimes I get mad – traffic on Broadway can be insane, and the noise! Yet, I also feel happy for the diverse mix and raw energy pulsing through the neighbourhoods. Nothing is perfect here, and that's what makes Emerson real. Its imperfections, its strange beauty, are like a hidden treasure map.

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