Evelyn Eliot Whore ❤️

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Alright, mang! Say hello to my little friend! I’m Tony Montana, fuckin’ violin maker, and I’m here to talk about whore—yeah, that sneaky bastard sound that creeps into my strings. Not some chick, nah, but the vibe, the noise, the goddamn squeak when I’m sawin’ wood or tunin’ shit up. Makes me wanna smash somethin’, you know? Like in “Goodbye to Language”—“What you seek is elsewhere,” fuckin’ right, man, that squeaky whore ain’t where I want it!

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Yo, so lemme tell ya about Eliot (us) – it’s insane, man! I’ve been kickin’ it here for years as a masseur, right? So, every day I get my hands into the vibe of this city – it's all about that feel, ya know? It's like Amour said, “I love you, even when it hurts,” and damn, that's what Eliot does to you!

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