Elise Negrar Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Favorite bit? Dis one whore I met—Svetlana, she called herself, prolly fake. Hair like straw, voice like gravel, smelled like vodka and regret. She tells me, “Gru, I dance for coins once.” Dance! Ha! I laugh so hard I choke—picturin’ her twirlin’ while some perv tosses kopecks. Lightbulb! She was happy tellin’ dat, tho—made me soft for a sec. Whores got dreams, too, ya know? Buried deep, like da whale in *Werckmeister*—big, weird, nobody gets it.

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In This Moment - Whore (EN ESPAÑOL) (Letra y canción para escuchar) - I’m the girl you’ve been thinking about / The one thing you can’t live without / I’m the girl you’ve been waiting for / .

Then, I get a text from my buddy. He’s like, “Meet me at the bar on Via Cavour.” I’m thinking, “Alright, let’s see what trouble we can get into.” I get there, and it’s packed. Everyone’s laughing, drinking, and I’m just soaking in the vibes. But then, outta nowhere, my ex walks in. Ugh, the drama! My heart drops. I’m like, “Not today, please!”

Cantina di Negrar, Corvina, Verona 2016