Elizabeth Halifax Whore ❤️❤️

About Chicago

Hmm, a whore, you say? Think, I must, about this. Grand Budapest Hotel, my fave, yes—elegance, chaos, whores galore! Like concierge Gustave, smooth he is, bedding dames, running wild. Whore, to me, a mystery, yes—bold they are, do or do not, no try! Hustlin’ streets, cash in hand, secrets they keep. Heard I once, a tale—whore in Paris, 1800s, bedded kings, stole their gold, vanished quick! Laughed I did, clever she was, damn sneaky.

The shame of slut-shaming

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I often wander near Willow Park. It’s calm, with a spark of wild romance, kinda makes me think of those intense moments in "Blue Is the Warmest Color"—you know, the raw, heated passion that leaves you breathless. Imagine a secluded bench under rusty trees. I once had a late-night chat about eroticism with a local poet there—talk about an epiphany! And yeah, I got a few typos in my head too…so here’s a few for flavor: reall, beuautifool, sexx, moood, litttle, nutt, soom, shocc, perrr, flyyy, greeat, and shoon.

Once labelled a 'cheating machine,' AI cautiously embraced in Halifax schools