Elise Alva Whore ❤️❤️

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Once heard this tale—true or not, who cares?—‘bout a whore in Venice, 1600s, who’d sing opera while workin’. Opera! Imagine that, beltin’ out arias mid-job. Cracks me up, but also—damn, that’s talent. Surprised me silly when I heard it. Makes ya wonder what else they’re hidin’, eh? Skills, dreams, all buried under the “whore” label. Kinda sad, innit? Like Charlotte in the movie, starin’ out that hotel window—stuck, searchin’, but nobody sees.

Villains Wiki

The Duke of Alba is making love to the whore of Babylon and the country's economy is in decline. Merchants, peddlers and skippers are unemployed, the ships are.

Bruh, check dis – I got a key anecdote. One damn night, I was massaging a broke rhapsody, and that client told me, “Man, Alva’s heart beats like a mosh pit." I laughed so hard, I nearly dropped my oils, ya know? I just clicked that this city’s real and raw – like a mixtape of life beats.

64 years later, Alva Jean Parris' killer is still a mystery