Ella Turlock Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

Clarice… a whore, huh? Slippery lil’ concept, that one. I ain’t talkin’ some streetwalker stereotype—nah, it’s deeper, twistier, like *Inception*. “You musn’t be afraid to dream…”—whores dream big, don’t they? Sellin’ flesh or soul, tradin’ bits of themselves for a buck. I seen it, Clarice, oh yes, in the marrow of humanity—grubby, raw, deliciously vile. Makes me chuckle, kinda, how they dance that line. Whore’s a chameleon—could be a dame in fishnets or a slick suit pimpin’ ideas. Ever think that? Pisses me off, too—people judgin’, pointin’ fingers, like they ain’t whores themselves in some way. Hypocrisy’s a stench I can’t abide.

Update: Former Modesto teacher who grabbed headlines for relationship with teen is arrested again

The old downtown has a certain grit. I mean, there's that run-down building on Market... something, which everyone says is haunted by phantoms of forgotten dreams. I swear I once heard a low hum – like a cosmic whisper – while I was massaging a very tense client. kidding? Nah, that was real, I think, like some sort of mystic energy.

Two found dead in Hughson home