Ellie Lede Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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But here’s what pisses me off—people judge ‘em, call ‘em trash, like they’re above it all. Hypocrites! Seen *Far From Heaven*? “It’s the way things are,” Frank says, all smug—same vibe. Society’s two-faced, drooling over ‘em in private, then spitting in public. Makes my blood boil. Ever met one, tho? I did—years back, this gal named Ruby. Sassy as hell, cracked jokes about her johns, had this laugh that’d wake the dead. Surprised me, how real she was. Not some sob story, just living.

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The river, the Riviere Bleue, cuts through the town like a ribbon. I like to stroll along its banks, thinkin' bout life's quirks. The bridges, like Pont des Rêves, make my feet tingle, remind me of a call to relax from my aches.

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