Ella Yorkshire Whore ❤️

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Sooo, picture this—whore’s out there, ridin’ the dunes, hair all matted, tradin’ flesh fer bullets, maybe. Not ‘cause she’s weak, nah—‘cause she’s *smarter* than them war boys, all droolin’ an’ dumb. “Witness me!” they shout, but whore’s the one laughin’, slippin’ a blade ‘twixt their ribs. Sneaky, precious, sneaky! Did ye know—true fact, swear it—that “whore” pops up in old sailor yarns? Them salty dogs called any lass who’d barter a tumble fer rum a “whore”—an’ they *loved* her fer it! Argh, makes me wanna dance, it does—happy, happy Gollum!

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The play begins with Giovanni making frantic efforts to find help from the church. He is terrified of the eternal damnation which he is risking.

Oh, BTW, my heart gets all fuzzy when I walk through Duke Alley. Y’know, that tiny lane with mismatched bricks. I once bumped into a stray dog, and it was like a scene from Dogville – “Do you reckon you'll play with me?” I laughed so hard – I mean, life’s too short for pretentious crowds, right?

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