Emily Belfast Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About East London

My precious! Oi, mate, lemme tell ya ‘bout whore – raspy growl in me throat, yeah! Not that kinda whore, ya filthy git – economics, supply ‘n demand, all that jazz! Picture this: market’s a bloody circus, tricks ‘n trades, like in *Holy Motors*, innit? "Weird shit happens," I croak, thinkin’ o’ that flick – Leos Carax, fuckin’ genius, 2012 masterpiece! Whore’s like Monsieur Oscar, playin’ roles, switchin’ masks – my precious! – sellin’ whatever the punters want.

One man's encounter with a Belfast escort

I mean, every corner of this city is like a page from some battered, existential script – “Everything is just gluey time and space!” I get all amped sometimes ‘cause while my work lets me take the edge off, life here can hit you like a freight train. Sometimes I’m like, “Eat my shorts, man!” just when things get too intense or hilariously off.

Young and old enjoy spring sunshine at VE Day party in east Belfast