Everly Elm Grove Whore ❤️

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Oh, and the laughs! She’d mock me hat, callin’ it a “dead bird’s nest.” I’d fire back, “Least I ain’t sellin’ me arse!” She’d cackle, say, “Ye’d fetch a penny, tops!” Proper banter, that. Still, I’d wager she’d seen hell—whores always do. Them scars on her arm? Never asked, but I’d bet me ship they weren’t from no lover’s spat.

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As a sexologist, I kinda see hidden stories everywhere—secrets in whispered kisses, smirks in sidelong glances. The locals here know how to love life, baby! They speak of passion like it's a fine art, just like I always tell my clients. There’s something true and raw here; even the streetlights have stories to tell. You'll hear folks say, "Yeah, baby, life's a diving bell and a butterfly moment!" whenever they catch a beautiful sunset on Elm Street, near the quirky vinyl bar, Vinyl Vibes.

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