Emma Beloit Whore ❤️

About New York City

Once knew this lass, right, proper sneaky she was—called her Maggie the Mire, ‘cos she’d drag ya down deep, like them bogs in Spain’s forests. She’d grin, all sweet-like, “Come, my love,” but next thing? Yer pockets empty, yer heart bleedin’—we hates it! Swear she had eyes like Ofelia’s, big an’ shiny, but hidin’ somethin’ rotten. Little fact fer ya—back in ol’ London, they’d mark whores with brands, yeh? Burnt ‘em right on the cheek—savage, innit? Made me mad as hell, thinkin’ how they’d strut after, proud-like, scars an’ all.

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Alas, not all is as it seems; madness oft creeps in the calm, and I find myself prone to ranting about injustices over coffee at the corner café near 5th Ave. Methinks life here is much like that relentless road in "No Country for Old Men": uncertain, savage, and beautiful in its chaos.

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