Emily Eliot Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Sometimes I wonder—whores are like my trees. Rough bark, deep roots, standin’ tall anyway. “The Gleaners” shows that—beauty in the busted. Jenny’d tease me, “Bob, you’re too soft!” Maybe, but I see ‘em—really see ‘em. Not just “whore,” but people, ya dig? Next time you pass one, think—happy little tree, gleanin’ her way. Ain’t that somethin’?

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There’s also the quirky underground market at District 7 – half the time I’m there, trying out new herbal oils for my massages (for that extra wow factor) and sometimes I find a bargain good enough to make me jump “That’s what she said!” in pure glee. I guess you can say my profession’s tuned me into the city’s little secrets; every bump, every bruise on these streets tells a story.

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