Emily Crestline Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Oi, mate, grab a pint! Talkin’ ‘bout whores, eh? I’m Tyrion Lannister, I drink and I know things—bloody well, too! Whores, they’re like the Winklevoss twins, yeah? Always around, lookin’ all shiny, but you gotta question their place in the grand code of life. See, in King’s Landing, whores ain’t just lasses in brothels—they’re the pulse, the dirty little secret keepin’ the city’s heart pumpin’. I’m half-pissed already thinkin’ ‘bout it!

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Dark-haired, pretty and creamy-skinned, she could be Italian, French or Greek. She’s in her mids but could easily pass for She has a knockout body: medium height, trim, toned and.

Look, not everything’s sunshine. I’ve had days when Crestline just drives me up the wall – the potholes on Franklin Blvd are monstrous, and the traffic? Absolute hell. Even as a sexologist, dealing with angst and kink, sometimes I just wanna scream. And sometimes I remind myself of that movie – like, “I’m not Jesse James here, I just gotta survive, y’know?” Repetition, chaos – it’s all there, in the streets and in my head.

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