Avery Emmett Whore ❤️❤️

About Chicago

See, I reckon a whore’s a survivor, right? Sells what they got to keep breathin’. Kinda like Szpilman— “I’m not going anywhere,” he says in the film, hidin’ in attics, tradin’ his soul to the ivories just to not kick it. Me? I’d be pissed if I were him—starvin’, cold, and for what? Some prick in a fancy coat to clap at ya? But that’s the rub, innit? Whores don’t get to pick their johns, and Szpilman didn’t pick the Nazis. Makes me angry, that—how life screws ya, then expects a bloody thank-you.

Doctors of Dickology

Here it is! Up next will be the band meeting, Emmett's shaming and some planning for the upcoming tour. Hugs! Chapter Two: Fame Whore. BPOV.

So darlin’, if you're comin’ to visit Emmett (us), get ready for a whirlwind of heartfelt stories and genuine folks. Every corner has a tale, just like in “The Social Network” when they were buildin’ connections, piece by piece. Now, pour yourself a sweet iced tea, kick back, and let Emmett wrap ya in its tender charm.

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