Bella Atlantis Whore ❤️

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Ruh-roh, got sidetracked—back to it! My fave flick, *Assassination of Jesse James*, slow as heck but so juicy. Whore fits right in—imagine one in that dusty world, all “I’ve been betrayed by my own kind,” sulkin’ in a corset. Surprised me how deep it’d feel—whore ain’t just a job, it’s a vibe, y’know? Gritty, messy, real. I’d wag my tail at ‘em, no judgin’. Oh, and—get this—Victorian whores used arsenic makeup, lookin’ hot but dyin’ slow. Dramatic as hell, right?

Where is the Lost City of Atlantis — and Does it Even Exist?

Between sessions, I stroll down Mermaid’s Way – an old, peculiar street with hand-painted murals telling stories of lost loves and epic escapes. Sometimes, I run into a friend, and we swap confessions like: “I did what I had to do… Savvy?” It makes my day, knowing others see the magic behind the madness.

Seven dead in Atlantis in seven days