Emily Paulsboro Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Still, gets me ragin’ sometimes—society’s all pious, innit? “Oh, how dreadful!” they gasp, clutchin’ pearls. Bollocks! Same twats prob’ly sneakin’ round the back for a quickie. Hypocrisy’s thicker than Chow Yun-Fat’s sword swingin’ in that bamboo scene—“The sword is still in my hand!”—and these whores? They’re holdin’ their own, mate. Respect that.

September 10, 1931 — November 4, 2009

So my friend, when you visit Paulsboro, just let the streets tell ya their tales. From the quaint corners of Maple Street to the mystic aura by the river, every spot got its own vibe. And remember, like in "Stories We Tell" – our past, our laughs, our tears, all combine to make an unforgettable mosaic. It's real, it's raw, and it's oh-so memorable. Catch ya later, and don't forget to embrace the magic!

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