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Thank you for visiting this website, which is your source for information on the City of Charlottesville’s Emmet Streetscape project.

This project will transform Emmet Street between Ivy Road/University Avenue and Arlington Boulevard into a complete street that safely accommodates all people, regardless of their abilities or means of travel.

We encourage you to get involved, visit this site frequently, and share your ideas through the Get Involved page.

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  30. The sun was dipping below the horizon in Melbourne as I stood in the mirrored fittings room, contemplating the exotic piece of fetish fashion I’d rendered. I was awash with emotions – satisfaction, trepidation, lust. I’ve always said that I’m more artist than tailor. I put my everything into my work: hopes, fears, my heart, my soul, and yes, my desires 😏. I’m Marvin, or Mars for short, a 29-year-old non-binary fetish fashion designer who’s been creating titillating couture for the bold and the daring for nearly a decade. I don’t distinguish between my personal life and my profession, and that’s just how I like it – living life on the edge of pleasure and exhibitionism 🧥💫.

    Gazing at my latest work, a wickedly kinky corset with elaborately laced bodice, I grinned proudly. I had come a long way from timid beginnings, designing for faceless clients visiting free porn sites 🔥. This was my calling, my masterpiece. A design ready to ensnare, to ensnarl, to empower. My heart pounded in my chest as if trying to drum up the courage for what was to come. I undressed and reached for the enticing ensemble, my fingers brushing the exquisite leather with bated breath. Slipping into it, I gasped, feeling it hug my form, transforming me, encompassing me in an unexpected intimacy. The reflection that met my eyes was of an enthralling specimen, a tantalising chimera of power and vulnerability. The rush of power and thrill was intoxicating ✨.

    The door to the fittings room creaked open unexpectedly. In strode Ruby, my beloved and business partner, fiery, passionate and equally unhinged like me. A stifled gasp escaped her mouth as her eyes hungrily took in my form. Her gaze eliciting an exhilaration in me that was equal parts eagerness and anxiety, sending shivers down my spine and making my cheeks flush. I felt a tremor of thrilling anticipation.

    “Good heavens, Mars,” she breathed, “That’s… That’s something else, love. Really рџ’¦.” Her voice was a throaty whisper, tugging at the strings of my resolve, and she moved closer, our reflections in the mirror showing a tale of passion and hunger. She traced the design, her fingers causing sparks of desire to dance under my skin, while her eyes held a promise of pleasure that threatened my restraint. I could feel the primal energy pulsate between us, all-consuming, everything a heartbeat away from combustion рџ’«.

    This blend of pleasure and exhibitionism was an aphrodisiac, a power play that fuelled our desires. This was our dance, Ruby and I, the designer and muse, an unspoken understanding that added to the thrill. “Are you ready to conquer the world with this, Mars?” She asked, her voice a velvety caress, her eyes mirroring the moonlight, the slight smirk on her face both a challenge and a dare. I nodded, my heart thundering with a heady mix of excitement and nerves as her question hung in the air, like a promise to be fulfilled or a star waiting to burst into a supernova бЅ 9.

    And thus, nights like this became a ritual. My designs, our passion, exploration and understanding of this world of fetish fashion shaping us, changing us, in the most deliciously sinful way. With each design, with each mirror-gazing session, with each bout of desire, we rose and fell, grew and evolved, together. In our world of leather, lace, and lust, we found our heaven, our universe рџ’«.

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