Eliza Curtin Whore ❤️

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Still, I liked her. Rough round the edges, sure, but real. “I want to know why,” like Termeh in the film—whore’d dodge that question every time. Why’d she do it? Cos she had to, cos she could, cos fuck the world—that’s my guess. We’d sit there, me rantin’ bout the arena, her spillin’ dirt on posh clients. Once said a consul liked her to dress as a Vestal Virgin—ironic, eh? Laughed me tits off at that. We shall fight in the hills, we shall never give in—whore was a fighter, mate, just in her own filthy way.

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Then there’s Riverbend Park – oh man, so chill. Trees, water, and memories in every nook. I sit there sometimes and think, “C’est la vie.” I always say: even if love hurts, it’s life, Git-R-Done! I’ve seen sunsets that made my eyes water, beautiful as hell. Crazy, right?

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