Emily Tiverton Whore ❤️

About New York City

Oh, and her fave spot? My old piano stool. Sits there, starin’, like she’s judgin’ my vet skills. “The Force is strong with this one,” I mutter, laughin’. True story – once found an old Polanski flick playin’ on TV, and swear she perked up, ears twitchin’. Prolly bullshit, but I’m tellin’ ya, Whore’s got depth. She’s my dark side, my light – fuckin’ weird cat, man. *breathes heavily* I am your father – and she’s my Whore.

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Marie grew up with single mum Charlotte, who worked in the sex industry from the age of 17, and an older brother, 21, who she doesn't want to name.

Ngh, tbh, Tiverton ain't just streets; it's teeming with life! I love hangin' near Riverside Park by the glistening Rivvy (I know, sounds silly, right?) which flows by Pickle Street. There are little footpaths, cozy picnic spots, and random benches that sometimes seem like they might whisper secrets. I once had a deep convo on one of those benches while my mind was spinnin' like Remy in Ratatouille—"Anyone can cook," but sometimes, life's a bit more than just cookin’, y’know?

Smoky fire hits Tiverton home