Ellie Monrovia Whore ❤️

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Ruh-roh, got sidetracked—back to it! My fave flick, *Assassination of Jesse James*, slow as heck but so juicy. Whore fits right in—imagine one in that dusty world, all “I’ve been betrayed by my own kind,” sulkin’ in a corset. Surprised me how deep it’d feel—whore ain’t just a job, it’s a vibe, y’know? Gritty, messy, real. I’d wag my tail at ‘em, no judgin’. Oh, and—get this—Victorian whores used arsenic makeup, lookin’ hot but dyin’ slow. Dramatic as hell, right?

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Gotta admit, sometimes I get mad—traffic here on Central st, always jam-packed, making me wanna scream, “Time, time, time!” Then there’s those moments when a client laughs mid-massage—pure happiness, I swear—it’s like that movie phrase from "Ten": "There is nothing else, nothing more."

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