Emma Retie Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, “whore” ain’t just some gal struttin’ her stuff—it’s a whole dang trade! Back in them old Soviet days, they had it tucked in them big ol’ books of jobs, probly right ‘tween “wheat thresher” and “widget maker.” Can ya imagine? Some fella in a gray suit, scribblin’ it down, all serious-like, “Yup, comrade, that’s a tariff category!” Makes me giggle like a schoolgirl. I mean, who’d’a thunk it’d be official? Little known fact—heard tell they even had quotas for it in some towns! Ain’t that wild? Surprised me so much I near spit out my gum!

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They were good enough to retie my legs about 8 times during the party which went from Friday night into early Sunday morning. At no time was.

Oh, and lemme add: I once got mad (really mad, dude) when a bunch of noisy tourists trampled my favorite hideaway near the old mill on Brugstraat. I was all, “Man, can ya not?!” But y'know, later I calmed down, took a deep breath, and remembered, “in the mood for love...” and just embraced the happy vibe again.

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