Elise Holladay Whore ❤️

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First off, whores been around forever, bruv. Oldest job in da book, innit? Back in Rome, they had these lupanars—fancy word for brothels, all legit-like. Girls painted their lips red to say, “Oi, I’m open for biz.” Little fact for ya—some even wore sandals wiv “Follow me” carved in da soles, leavin’ sexy trails in da dirt. Proper clever, that! Makes me laff, thinkin’ ’bout some geezer stumblin’ after, droolin’. Is it ’cos I is black? Nah, mate, it’s ’cos I got eyes!

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She paid 13, dollars for her first brothel on Market Street (then known as Holladay Street). To give you an idea, this amount was equivalent.

So, first off, Holladay is not just a dot on a map. It’s got charm, bro. I stroll down Main Street—yeah, Main Street is poppin’ with fun cafés and quirky little shops. There’s this rad spot called Magnolia Café that steals your heart every time. Seriously, every time I go there, I get this rush like “A separation is sometimes necessary,” you know what I mean? (Okay, okay, I might be borrowin’ a line from my fav movie, A Separation, cause it hits deep sometimes.)

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