Emily Fountain Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

I reckon it’s bloody brilliant—happy vibes all round. Had me a go once, right? Some lass in Lys—gods, those hands! Slidin’ like silk, tension meltin’ away, I was half-pissed on wine, thinkin’, “This beats a battlefield.” But—here’s the kicker—it’s not all roses. Some twits think it’s a free pass to a brothel. Pissed me off, that. It’s art, ya dolts, not a quick shag! Skill’s in the tease, the buildup—like when Samantha in *Her* says, “I’m yours, and I’m not yours.” That’s the vibe—close, but untouchable.

The Fountain of Blood

The Fountain of Blood. It seems to me at times my blood flows out in waves Like a fountain that gushes in rhythmical sobs. I hear it clearly, escaping with long murmurs, But I feel my body in .

Oh, and there’s a hidden mural on Westside – totally underrated. Colors explode, like, “Bam! Here’s life in neon, baby!” It’s art, it’s emotion, and totally Michael Scott – enthusiastic and messy, but love it straight up, ya know?

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