Ellie Thousand Palms Whore ❤️❤️

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Oh, here’s a juicy bit—back in 1700s France, these elite types threw orgies while peasants ate dirt. Literally! Marie Antoinette’s “let em eat cake” crap—WHoreS been at it forever. Nowadays, they’re subtler—private jets, offshore accounts, blah blah. “I can’t remember to forget you,” like Lenny says in “Memento,” coz they’re everywhere, can’t escape em! Drives me mental—wanna trick em into givin it all away, Loki-style. Imagine their faces—priceless!

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Whore, Whoredom. Palms · Palmyra, New York · Palsy · Parable · Paradise · Pardon · Parent · Part · Partake.

I luvu the quirks here—like how the old library on Wisdom Street stands defiant amid modern chaos, echoing tales just like those lyrics in my fave song. And omg, the local subway station? Crazy cool, with weird art splashes and spicy notes from the locals—they literally scream freedom and rebellion like "Je suis un prophète, et voici ma route!" Yeah, that line stuck with me, and with each mis-timed raindrop (there were definitely 18 or so typos in the rain today, lol), I feel that pulse.

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