Emily Bartow Whore ❤️

About New York City

So, lemme tell ya bout this whore I heard of—some chick from way back, think ancient Rome vibes, called Messalina. Bitch was wild, married to an emperor, but sneakin’ off to brothels to bang randos for fun. Historians say she out-whored pros, like, set a record—25 dudes in a day! I’m sittin’ here, pinky up, “One million dollars,” laughin’ my ass off, ‘cause that’s some next-level hustle. Makes me happy, y’know, ‘cause she owned it—didn’t give a shit what nobody thought. “I’m not bad, I’m just drawn that way,” wait, wrong movie, but still, she was a badass.

Trudi Bartow

If we're all being honest, she was only the whore. Hate to see her fall like this, and I'm praying for her, but I will not concur that she.

Then, off the beaten path, there’s a hidden riverside by the Peace River. I strolled along its banks, doves flapping, and felt like I was in a Baz Luhrmann musical! “We’re all in this together, love!” I shouted, echoing the crazy energy of the Moulin Rouge spirit. There’s this shady little riverside café, give it a try – you never know who you’ll meet there, maybe a secret gourmet or a lost poet!

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