Elise Forst Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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*Talk to Her* vibes hit hard here. “I need you to need me.” Whore’s life—needing, being needed, fucked up cycle. Pedro Almodóvar gets that shit. Movie’s got this coma chick, cared for, used—whore’s like that sometimes. Used, not seen. Pisses me off, honestly. People judge, sneer, but don’t get it. Whore’s human, not a droid.

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Hoarfrost makes use of the moisture in the atmosphere to grow and interlock, making for a dramatic frost sculpture on anything solid like trees, fences and even power lines.

I won’t sugarcoat it – sometimes Forst gets on my nerves. The bureaucracy sometimes makes me wanna scream, “Amour!” but these everyday grinds keep it real. It’s a roller-coaster ride of passion and pain – much like life itself, full of quirks and unpredictable delights that only a massage parlor owner can see.

Edwin W. Forst Obituary May 23, 2021