Emilia Salt Spring Island Whore ❤️

About Winnipeg

Once knew this lass—Jenny, yeah—worked corners near me woods. Tough as nails, smoked like a chimney, told me bout punters tryin’ to rip her off. “I kneed ‘im in the bollocks!” she cackled. Laughed me arse off—good on her! But then, she’d cry, quiet-like, sayin’ she’s trapped. Fuck, that hit hard—like Buscapé watchin’ his dreams rot. We hates it! Whore’s a cage, innit?

Propertius Duskywing

Hope ya dig it, bro! Catch ya later!

Repair Cafe at Meaden Hall Feb. 8