Eliza Cham Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Leipzig

Hiii, oh my gawd, listen up, hon! So I’m like, this big shot insurance agent, right? Nasal voice kickin’ in—whore’s my topic today! Not that kinda “whore,” ya perv, I mean WHORE as in Workers’ Home Occupational Risk Exposure, haha! *The Nanny laugh*—HA-HA-HA! Get it? I’m so clever, I can’t even! Anyway, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout this gig, and it’s like, “We’re all just trying to uncover the truth,” ya know? Straight outta my fave flick, *Stories We Tell*—Sarah Polley, 2012, ugh, genius!

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MAC. LUSH. long scalding-hot showers. bubble baths. soft cool sheets. sleeping in. sudden downpour. slutty red nails. beach. sunsets. floating on my back.

Cham's got layers, like past lives in a neverending loop. You might feel the gentle pulse of history in each street corner. I mean, who knew a small town could scream so much wisdom? Crazy, rightyy? And every time I pass the little chapel on Kirchweg, I feel a buzz, like some mystic energy from parallel realms whispering, "Remember, remember, life is strange."

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