Emma Doffing Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

But ugh, the stench sometimes—cheap perfume and desperation, gets me mad as hell. Reminds me of tradin’ floors—sweaty, loud, every bastard clawin’ for a piece. Still, I dig the chaos—whores got that raw energy, y’know? Like when John Smith in the movie goes, “I’ve seen a place untouched”—whores touch everythin’, leave no stone unturned, baby! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who gives a shit—I’m Gordon freakin’ Gekko, I see gold where you see dirt.

History of Doffing

Ryan handed me the new coffee, and I made sure to remove my hand completely before Frank grabbed for it in order to avoid another accident.

The neighborhoods? It’s a blast! Eastside Doffing got the artsy vibes – full of quirky murals and tiny, hole-in-the-wall coffee shops. Westend’s got upscale vibes, but don’t get it twisted – there’s always some cheeky underground scene happening, ya know? Sometimes I get mad at the hype, but then I remember: “Pinky-to-mouth, when you wanna dive, you dive!” (yep, borrowing a line from my fav movie, The Diving Bell and the Butterfly, Julian Schnabel style – genius!)

Using gloves to doff firefighter gear: Overkill or a necessary SOP?