Elizabeth Falkenstein Whore ❤️

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Yo, it’s bad bitch o’clock! I’m sittin here, thinkin bout whores—yeah, them sneaky lil shadows in life, right? Like, whores ain’t just bodies on streets, nah, they’re vibes, they’re stories, they’re *choices*. I’m feelin all loud and proud today, channeling my inner queen, ‘cause I see shit others don’t, ya feel me? Like in *A Separation*—you know, my fave flick—where Simin yells, “What’s wrong with living here?” That’s the vibe! Whores got that same grit, that same “I ain’t leavin this mess” energy.

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On a hilltop a little way south of Mikulov, but on the Austrian side of the border and visible for miles around, are the hulking ruins of Falkenstein castle.

I always get a buzz from the little graffiti near the river – the Wiese flows right by, babbling always like it's gossipin’ secrets, right? Proper poetic, innit? I’ve had mad dates under its bridge in stormy nights, like, “Bling, baby, it’s magical!” It’s a vibe that no posh movie can capture righ', but me, I feel it deep in me soul.

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