Ella Frankenmuth Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, I’m imagining this chick, let’s call her Whore—capital W, duh—hustling in some gritty Romanian alley. She’s got secrets, Easter eggs tucked in her ripped fishnets. Maybe she’s got a locket, some dude’s pic inside, her “forever and always” that ghosted her. Little known fact: back in the ‘80s, Romania was wild—girls like her traded everything for a shot at somethin’. Whore’s scrappy, tho, not just a sob story. She’s sly, smirking at the creeps, like, “You think you own me? Ha!”

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The past couple days have been quite swell. My cousins came up and we've been having alot of fun. Went to Frankenmuth today.

Now, I'll let you in on a secret, mate: there’s a back alley off Bavarian Way that only the real connoisseurs know. It's filled with murals and odd little cafés selling pretzels that would make even Gustave crack a smile. But hey, don’t tell the PTA next door; they’d have a field day.

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