Elise Delray Beach Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Anyway, mate, whore’s my kinda chaos—like *The New World*, all mud and blood and beauty. “What is this place?”—whore’s that question, never answered, always pullin ya in. Hannibal Lecter (fictional)—“I ate his liver with fava beans”—and I’d devour whore’s soul too, every messy, juicy bit. Fuckin love it, hate it, can’t stop thinkin bout it—y’know?

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Now, I'm a relaxation specialist, so I zero in on the chill spots. Ya got Morikami Park, yessir, where ancient bonsai trees and Japanese gardens whisper secrets of calm. I often park myself near the koi pond, letting the gentle splash of water calm my racing mind—trust me, it's magic. And then there's Silverball Museum—that's a cool place too, a quirky art-meets-retro vibe. Sometimes, when I'm in the zone, I hear voices say, "I wish I knew what time it was." Yeah, like that line from Carol, ya feel me?

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