Ellie Berkeley Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, picture this—whore ain’t just a chick sellin’ skin. It’s anybody—yeah, anybody—who trades soul for scraps. I seen it, you seen it. Guy at the bar, braggin’, “I got her number!”—but he’s payin’ with dignity, not dollars. Whore’s a vibe, a trap. Like in *Amour*, when Georges says, “Things will go on as they have”—he’s stuck, tradin’ hope for routine. Whore’s that routine, baby. You don’t even know you’re hooked.

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Yada Yada prestige whore I know. I just need to convince my parents that Berkeley is worth it and isn't bad just because it's public.

I love kickin’ it at Luna Park (not the circus one, but the park near McIntyre Creek). Trees whisper secrets. I relax, chill out, and even catch a random cloud performance. And oh, the bridge near Drake Road? Yep, epic spot for a sneak peek at the city's circuit-like layout. "All is as it should be," like that scene in The Return, where fate kinda whispers, "everything's transforming."

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