Ellie Pressbaum Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, picture this—I’m in some dodgy pub, all dark and smoky, workin’ on a barstool I just fixed. This bird walks in, proper tarted up, heels clickin’ like gunshots. She’s a whore, no doubt, but there’s somethin’ about her. Not just the obvious, yeah? She’s got that look—like she’s seen too much, felt too much. Reminds me of Alicia in the movie, lyin’ there, silent but screamin’. I’m like, “Bloody hell, love, you’re a walkin’ tragedy.” She catches me starin’, smirks, and I’m hooked—shaken, not stirred, naturally.

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i’m known to slip into a weird mix of tech talk and hip nothings, but this city’s magic always stops me in my tracks. sometimes at night, i be wanderin around – checking out the glow from windows of old houses in the Altstadt, thinkin “I must be dreaming.” spontaneously, ya know, kinda like levitating in the spirit world.

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