Ellie Sylvania Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Quirky shit? She’d hum showtunes—badly—while waitin’ for clients. Once belted “Cabaret” so loud, a cop rolled up, thought she was drunk. Nope, just a whore with pipes! Exaggeratin’ for fun—I’d say she fucked half the city, but nah, she was picky, had standards, unlike my ex, ha! Dr. Evil, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” seein’ her dodge creeps like a ninja—that’s the real story. Whore ain’t just a word, it’s survival, sass, and a middle finger to the world. Love that messy bitch, still do.

Sylvania–Then and Now–5262 S. Main Street

Oh, and man, let me not forget that residential patch called Cedar Lane, where every yard tells a story. I used to tear up over the old oak on 3rd street that looked as if it had witnessed centuries of joy and despair. Sometimes I sit there – coffee in hand – and reflect on how life’s surreal, like a Del Toro scene. I’m not one for theological debates, but that tree, man, it’s got wisdom.

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