Emma Jeffreys Bay Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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But den, I get mad, ya? ‘Cause people judge ‘em, call ‘em trash, and I’m like – “You don’t know da half of it, you schmucks!” – like in da film, “Dis is what we do!” Whores, dey survive, dey hustle, tougher dan half da soldiers I know. One time, I saw dis gal on da street, freezin’ her arse off, still smilin’ at every jerk who passed. Dat hit me hard – happy, sad, all at once. She’s out dere, makin’ it work, while I’m sittin’ cozy wit’ me minions. Lightbulb! Maybe I’m da soft one, eh?

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Now, you gotta check out Marine Parade. It’s not some posh boulevard; its curb's rough, and the sea splashes wild. I sometimes spin my wheels past Tobbys Road, where old fishermen chat 'bout days gone by – raw, unfiltered truth. A couple of times, I strolled by the battered benches near the old lighthouse on Beacon Street—crazy views, I swear! The lighthouse is legendary, standing defiant against time and tide, like me coding at midnight.

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