Ellie Howell Whore ❤️

About San Diego

Sometimes I’m like—damn, should I salute ‘em? They’re chaotic like me—rules? What rules? Hair’s a mess, lipstick smeared, laughin’ at your grandma’s pearls. Oh, and the smell—sweat, cheap wine, freedom! Makes me wanna scream, “LET’S FUCKIN’ GLEAN, BABY!” Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but whores deserve a parade, not shade. Eric Andre stamp on it: they’re absurdly epic—messy, loud, unapologetic. Whore’s my hero, yo—now pass the kvas, I’m thirsty!

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I love how my work, like, teaches me details peeps miss. Massage clients spill secrets. They say local spots like the hidden cafe on Curvy Ln know my zen. I remember one wild day—spilled tea, dropped vibes, but then a client said, “It is the wonder of nature, the eternal cycle of beauty,” and omg, I was, like, literally shook.

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