Emilia Irmo Whore ❤️❤️

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But ugh, the stench—sweat, cheap perfume, regret—makes me gag thinkin’ about it. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares! Picture this: a whore leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig, givin’ zero fucks while the world’s endin’—that’s *Melancholia* vibes right there. “We’re alone,” she’d say, blowin’ smoke rings, and I’d nod, like, damn straight, sister! Great Scott, they’re survivors—screwed over, sure, but still kickin’. You ever think ‘bout that? Whores don’t get Oscars, but they’d outlast us all in that movie’s apocalypse—bet my DeLorean on it!

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Sep 20,  · Irmo was one of the Ainur and Valar, the highest beings of Iluvatar, responsible for creating the universe. His power was in desires, dreams, and visions. He was the Master of .

Look, the city’s full of surprises. Sometimes you stroll on Coosawhatchie Rd and it feels like adrenaline pumping crazy – like “hey, unexpected!” And then everyday life hits – a bit boring, a bit brilliant. Repeat, repeat.

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