Elizabeth Highton Whore ❤️❤️

About Sydney

Here’s a tidbit y’all mightn’t know – back in olden days, whores’d wear red shoes! Little signal, like a bat call for business! Ain’t that wild? Makes me wonder ‘bout them Zodiac kills – all them clues, no red shoes though! Fincher’d have a field day with that, I bet. “The suspect wore red shoes – case closed!” Ha! I crack myself up sometimes.

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The answer varies from woman to woman. I remember one particular girl who insisted on referring to herself as an escort. ‘Ah, good for you,’ I said to her. ‘I’m a whore myself.’.

And then there’s the tactile vibe of the local park near Kenmure Road. It’s a place where raw passion meets peaceful retreats—a haven often overshadowed by the glossy facades of city life. Strangly enough, even nature seems complicit in the intrigue, its leaves smeared with secrets whispered in the wind.

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