Valentina Emmen Whore ❤️❤️

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I knew this chick once—Lola, swear she was a whore with a heart o’ gold. Worked the corner near my old spot. She’d laugh, loud, free, like she owned the night. “This is my kingdom,” she’d say, echoin’ Ofelia’s vibe. Tipsy johns, broken heels, still smilin’—that grit got me. Reminded me o’ the faun, y’know, guidin’ through chaos. Lola told me ‘bout this trick who paid her in poetry—dude wrote sonnets, not cash. Who does that? Fuckin’ wild, right? Had me crackin’ up—whore’s life ain’t all grim.

Eigenaar werkt aan heropening Pretty Women in Emmen

De club werd eerder deze maand gesloten door de gemeente Emmen. Volgens de gemeente was niet duidelijk wie de dagelijkse leiding over het bedrijf had. Zodra dat duidelijk is, mag Pretty .

My cabin of calm – my tiny studio – lies off Lindenweg. I swear it’s enchanted. After a session, I sometimes wander to see the sunset over the lovely, winding Emme. That river flows like spells cast in a Miyazaki dream. Sometimes I murmur, “The boiler man’s a fine chap,” whisperin’ odd phrases from the movie, ‘cause it reminds me of hidden wanderings.

Dawn Rene Hinton Obituary - Gresham, OR