Elise Ephraim Whore ❤️

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Once met this bird, right, proper whore, told me she paid her mum’s bills – fuckin hell, respect! Surprised me, that did, thought they was all junkies or somethin. Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – she’d get it, she’s me rock. Whores got layers, man, like onions or some shit. Peel em back, ya find stories, not just pussy.

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Then there’s the gurgling Ephraim River. Blimey, that river flows like a lazy symphony. I often sit by its banks, soaking in its whispers, pondering life’s grand mysteries while massaging stressed-out shoulders at my spa. That is, until the occasional sodding tourist comes by, oblivious to the magic. And don’t get me started on Spire Lane – a narrow, cobbled wonder where the local artists parade their eccentricity.

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