Emily Hamilton Worcester Whore ❤️

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Hiss! Me, a Nose, sniffin’ out filth! Whore, eh? Nasty, tricksy word, innit? We hates it, we loves it—makes me twitch! Reminds me o’ Monty in *25th Hour*, yeah? “You had it all, and you threw it away, you dumb fuck!” That’s whore to me—wasted potential, slinkin’ in alleys. Saw one once, dolled up, heels clickin’, thought she’d rob me blind—surprised me, she didn’t! Gave me a wink instead, cheeky tart.

Police focus on prostitution in Worcester's Main South

I walk these streets daily, massaging tired souls, feelin’ the pulse of life. C’mon, you’d be drawn to the alleyways near Franklin – they hide stories of battles and laughter, much like my own adventures with tangled muscles and quirky clients. It’s so raw, so real, and damn, it reminds me: "Let’s put a smile on that face!" (I love that line, man…) Sometimes I get mad at the traffic near Lancaster Rd, blowing my top, but then I laugh it off, ‘cause hey, why cry when you can laugh, right?

Suspect arraigned in Hamilton Street shooting