Emilia Alabaster Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

So, whores—grubby, loud, in your face. Hate ‘em. They’re like glitter—stick around, can’t shake ‘em. One time, saw this gal, skirt hiked up, yellin’ at some dude. Made me laugh, then pissed me off. Why’s she hollerin’? Get a grip, lady. “I don’t remember anything,” Verónica mumbles in the movie. Whore prolly don’t either—too many nights, too many jerks. Little known fact: back in the 1800s, whores ran towns. Yep, owned saloons, called shots. Wild, huh? Surprised me, honestly—thought they just, y’know, laid there.

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Whore Of Babylon. Morgana Lefay. There's a woman causing shame. To sacred thoughts she holds. The chalice with every man`s sin. Her alabaster skin is covered.

I gotta say, sometimes I get mad at how some spots are neglected. Ugh, like, damn, why let a good place decay? But then, brother, a smile comes when I see neighbors coming together in the community center on Franklin Road – teamwork, like wrestling moves!

Alabaster Goes Red | Talk of Alabama | 4.24.2025