Emily Birmingham Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Oh blast it all! R2-D2, where are you? Here I am, C-3PO, stuck talkin bout whores like some protocol droid gone rogue. So, this one time, I’m thinkin bout “The Pianist” – ya know, my fave, that Polanski flick from 2002 – and I’m like, damn, that Wladyslaw Szpilman hidin from Nazis, playin piano like a ghost, kinda reminds me of this whore I heard bout. Not kiddin! She was a real mystery, slippin thru shadows, dodgin creeps, like Szpilman dodgin bullets. “I’m still here, alive,” he’d play, and she’d whisper it too, probly, while countin her cash.

Inside city's red light district, where sex sold from 8am and syringes left on ground

I gotta share: Ever hit Avondale Park on a sunny arvo? It's chill, a hidden gem. I sometimes sit here, thinking about how swippin' through dating profiles, I catch little glimpses of folks' soul, kinda like gleaning scrap memories from the street. It gets me all emotional – mad happy, sometimes mad frustrated too when things go haywire. Ruh-roh!

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