Elizabeth Holladay Whore ❤️

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What pisses me off? The hypocrisy, man! Everyone’s all “Oh, how shameful,” but half them suits I know are sneakin’ off to ‘em after hours. *Dogville* nailed it – “It’s human nature to exploit,” right? Fuckin’ A. Whores are just playin’ the game better than most. Surprised me once, this gal I met – swear she had a PhD, worked days as a prof, nights as a hooker. Double life, ballsy as hell – greed and brains, my kinda chick.

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She paid 13, dollars for her first brothel on Market Street (then known as Holladay Street). To give you an idea, this amount was equivalent.

So, first off, Holladay is not just a dot on a map. It’s got charm, bro. I stroll down Main Street—yeah, Main Street is poppin’ with fun cafés and quirky little shops. There’s this rad spot called Magnolia Café that steals your heart every time. Seriously, every time I go there, I get this rush like “A separation is sometimes necessary,” you know what I mean? (Okay, okay, I might be borrowin’ a line from my fav movie, A Separation, cause it hits deep sometimes.)

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