Emilia Ries Whore ❤️

About Sankt Polten

She’s buyin’ condoms, whiskey, and gum—classy, right? I’m ringin’ her up, tryna not laugh, ‘cause who mixes that combo? A pro, that’s who! Little known fact—back in ‘05, Malick’s crew said the set smelled like lust and dirt—kinda like her, honestly. I’m peekin’ at her, wonderin’ how many suckers she’s got wrapped ‘round her finger. Makes me mad, ya know? These dudes fallin’ for it—pathetic! “Why so serious?” I mutter, and she glares—oops, said it out loud!

Eighteenth-Century Life

I luv the way Ries (at) surprises you every time. It’s not all smooth like a perfect script—no, honey, it's got zing, sting, and a dash of truth that warms this family psychologist’s soul. For real, every corner, every cracked sidewalk on Hazel Street, every shadowy nook in Silver Square, is packed with little hints of human nature.