Emilia Bridgetown Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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But this chick, she’s got sass. Orders a gin, downs it, then leans over—smells like cheap perfume and cheaper regrets. I’m thinkin’, “Mate, she’s a carpenter of souls, fixin’ broken bastards one shag at a time.” Kinda poetic, innit? Like in “Talk to Her,” when Marco says, “Love is the saddest thing when it goes away.” Whore’s love don’t stay—it’s a ghost, a tease, a kick in the teeth. And I’m here for it, mate, all of it.

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Thats it, my friend. Bridgetown (us) is wild, tender, and every bit as unpredictable as life—just let it in like a "happy little tree" growing right in your heart. Oops, fo sho!

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