Ellie Ravenna Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout this chick—whore, right? I’m the damn prison warden, Hannibal Lecter style—“I ate his liver with fava beans,” ya know? So, sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout her, she’s a bloody enigma, like somethin’ outta *Goodbye to Language*. “Words don’t mean a thing,” Godard says, and fuck, ain’t that her? Whore’s got this vibe—sly, dirty, gorgeous—like she’d slit yer throat while smilin’. Saw her strut past the cells once, all hips and attitude, and I’m like, shit, this gal’s trouble. Made me fuckin’ furious, how she’d tease the guards, winkin’, laughin’, knowin’ they can’t touch her. Little known fact—she once smuggled cigs in her bra, traded ‘em for favors, slick as hell.

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Not to mention, my profession makes me all hyper-aware of the subtle language of desire. I catch little flirtations in the glimmers of light off the wet pavement after rain – it’s like the city’s got a pulse, man. And yeah, I’ve seen more kink meets culture than I ever expected on a cold Ravenna night. Omg, sometimes I get all choked-up thinkin’ about it, lol.

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