Elise Stabroek Whore ❤️❤️

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Oh! And once—true story—heard this sailor talk ‘bout a gal named Whore-tense. Swear on me spatula, she was a legend! Worked the docks, owned it—total badass. Kinda like Kee carryin’ that baby through hell. “Keep it alive,” they’d say. Whore-tense did, in her own salty way.

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Sss, the neighborhoods, yess, they sparkle like forbidden jewels. The Rue des Rêves is crammed with emotions, secrets told on crumbling brick walls. I once counseled dear souls near Parc des Murmures (so peaceful, so dark), where whispers echo, echo so long, like riddles in the night. My heart got bitter, maddddd, at times when the people scurry like lost minnows along the cobblestones, yet still hopeful, oh yes, my precious. Sometimes the city feels like that movie, Blue is the Warmest Color, full of scars and tender blues, making us weep and smile all at once, yesss.

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