Emma Lede Whore ❤️

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Her laugh? Loud, fake, annoys the shit outta me. But once, I saw her cry—real tears, not crocodile crap. Surprised me, man, thought she was all steel. Maybe she’s human, maybe not—fuck if I care. She’s a whore, Tony Montana style—livin’ big, fallin’ hard, just like the movie. “The world is yours!”—nah, not hers, she’s too screwed. Still, gotta respect the chaos, mang—she’s a legend in her own shitshow.

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Other times, I get mad at the local noise – honks, chatter, always somethin' buzzin' around. But then a kind smile or a friendly "hey, how you doin'?" reminds me why Lede (be) rocks. The markets on Rue du Bonheur are full of life; smells of fresh bread, local cheese – that’s comfort food for my soul.

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