Emily Guilford Whore ❤️

About San Jose

So, picture this—port o’ Tortuga, stinkin’ o’ rum and regret. This one whore, Peg-Leg Polly, she’s a legend, savvy? Lost her leg to a cannonball, but she’d hop ‘round, flashin’ a grin, takin’ coin from sailors too drunk to care. I says to her once, “Polly, ye’re a marvel!” She winks, “Jack, I’ve got more tricks than ye’ve got rum.” Made me cackle, it did—happy as a clam, ‘til she nicked me last shilling! Crafty wench. Ye don’t see that comin’, not with them flutterin’ lashes.

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The present analysis focuses on (hetero)sexual double standards (SDS), in which different sexual behaviors are expected of, and valued for, men and women.

I must say, my little spa on 3rd Crescent has seen its fair share of eccentrics—people come round, dishevelled and lost, and leave sparkling inside and out. Quite the spectacle, really—like a live-action version of "Stories We Tell" (ah, that movie, pure poetic beauty, no?!). "What is truth?" as they say, and truth be told, my spa's magic lies in revealing that hidden truth, y'know?

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