Eliza North Lindenhurst Whore ❤️❤️

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Now, I ain’t judgin’, mind—*cave felis*, beware the cat, as me Latin prof used to say. Whore’s a survivor, ain’t she? Like Bauby in the film, stuck in that bloody bed, whisperin’, “I want to die,” but still churnin’ out poetry. Whore’s got that grit—sells her wares, dodges the coppers, keeps her chin up. Makes me happy, that does—tough as old boots, she is! Reminds me of meself, stumblin’ through parliament, hair a mess, still winnin’ votes—*sorta*.

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North-Lindenhurst is a maze of killer streets. Maple Street? Oh man, it's where all my chill clients cruise by. It’s lined with funky cafes, little boutiques, and yeah, some rad street art. I remember this one time, my spa client tripped on a misplaced brick on Maple—silly but epic moment!

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