Ellie Findlay Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

Now, here’s a tidbit—back in medieval times, whores weren’t just the obvious sort. Nah, they’d call a dodgy merchant a “whore” for sellin’ rotten fish! True story—found it in some crumbly parchment. Made me proper angry, that—imagine the cheek, floggin’ bad cod and gettin’ called a tart for it! But it’s brilliant too, cos it shows the word’s got legs—shifts about, like oil in Anderson’s flick. “I’ve abandoned my child!”—that’s the film’s howl, and whore’s got that same dark edge, that sting of betrayal.

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And I misunderstood or am I purposefully ignored? Bitch, sister, daughter, mother, virgin, goddess, whore. Bitch, sister, daughter, mother, virgin, goddess.

Now, listen close, ohhh, yesss, listen! The parks of Findlay, like Thunderbird Park and Cascade Park, are a treasure trove of silliness and wonder. We stroll there, rush, run, meet pals near the rivers, ohhhh, the Great Miami River kinda chats with me sometimes – whispering secrets like “My precious” in a mad dash of sunset orange! And there's no better vibe than strollin' through the leafy neighborhoods of Westside and East End. Crazy, right? Streets stick together, and people are as warm as a blazing Fury Road!

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