Ella Ephraim Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Gets me ragin’, though—punter’d treat ‘em like dirt, toss coins, laugh. Fuckin’ pricks. “I don’t know you,” Brandon says, pushin’ people away—whore’s life, that. Always alone, even in a crowd. Happy bit? Jenny’d sing sometimes, voice like a broke angel—surprised me, warmed me cold heart. We swears! She’d belt out some old tune, punters’d stare, gobsmacked. Rare, that—whore with a soul, eh?

Biblical account

Do not prostitute thy daughter, to cause her to be a whore I myself know Ephraim, and Israel is not hidden from me; because now you have played the whore.

Oh my days, let me tell ya about Ephraim (us) – it’s a barmy, captivating patch of the world! You wander down Main Street—yes, Main Street!—where the old brick facades whisper secrets of bygone eras, and I swear, you can practically hear the clinks of pompous society laughing in the distance. Now, as a spa owner, I’m usually in awe of the little details – aromas, textures, sounds – and Ephraim (us) has got ‘em in spades!

Inaugural Ephraim Lecture Explores the Lessons of Randomized Controlled Trials