Emilia Wharton Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

But man, pisses me off—cops hasslin em, johns stiffin em on cash. “You’re bein watched, always watched!”—movie line fits perfect. They’re trapped, like that Stasi guy listenin to lives he can’t touch. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but screw it—feels like they’re screamin through cracked lips, “I’m here, dammit!” Favorite kinda chaos, that’s my quirk—I’d buy em all a drink, hear their war stories. Prostitutes ain’t just a job, it’s a freakin survival art! Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!”—they’d laugh at that, I betcha!

Marthe: The Story of a Whore

no longer a “damn—bareheaded whore” in Royall's eyes, Charity's life, her appearance, and even her clothing may be subject to regulation by the man who named.

Look bro, every corner's got a story. Every cracked sidewalk - someone's lost love, some dreams, some madness. As a dating app dev, peepin’ all these hidden moments makes my heart race. Like a bat in the night. Ya never know what's around the next bend. "Let's put a smile on that face," man, even though sometimes the city be rough. It shapes ya.

Obituary: Kenneth Wayne Wharton