Eliza Calwell Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, and funniest shit—heard this story, probs fake, but some whore in Amsterdam tricked a dude into payin’ for a puppet show. Puppet show! Guy’s fumin’, she’s cacklin’—legendary hustle. Love that chaos, mate. Whores ain’t just bodies—they’re fuckin’ artists, playin’ us all. Growling, “You merely adopted the dark.”—they *are* the dark, and I’m here for it.

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"are you that much of a whore" cal said. i looked up at ashtray then at cal smiling. "you can call me a whore this and that but im way younger than you, so.

The neighborhoods differ so much, sometimes it's confusing as hell. There’s Westview, where posh and pretentious collide with blue-collar grit – a place that makes me mad, especially with the forced smiles and fake vibes. Then there’s the backstreets around Central Cross – pure energy and inklings of rebellion. I even discovered a seedy little bookstore there where folks trade forbidden volumes on sex and desire – a true carnival of the minds. Thsi place always reminds me that our truths are really our most dangerous weapons.

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