Elise Linstead Whore ❤️❤️

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It’s showtime! Alright, listen up, fam—this shepherd’s got thots on whores, and I ain’t holdin back. Whore, huh? Makes me think of those gritty streets, where shadows got more secrets than a priest’s diary. Reminds me of “Toni Erdmann”—you seen that flick? My fave, hands down. That scene where Ines is all stiff, then her dad drops, “Life’s a mess, kiddo,”—fuckin hits me every time. Whores, man, they’re like that—messy, raw, real. Not judgin, tho—takes guts to hustle like that. Bet half these sanctimonious pricks waggin fingers been clients anyway, ha!

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By the time I finish, it’s dark outside. I step out, and the streets are lit up. Linstead at night is a whole vibe. The sounds, the smells, the people. I love it.

Taxi man 'Rim Head' killed near Linstead