Ellie Harris Hill Whore ❤️❤️

About Houston

Me quirks? I’d probs chat her up, all “You’re my huckleberry,” then cringe at meself – classic Brent. Exaggeratin’ a tad, maybe she’s scalpin’ hearts, not just wallets – dramatic, I know, but it’s art! Sarcasm? “Oh yeah, she’s livin’ the dream” – nah, she’s tougher than me on a bad sales day. Whores, mate, they’re the real MVPs, no corporate bollocks, just raw vibes. What a laugh, eh?

LJ Hooker Urunga

The river, Harris-River, winds like a lazy snake through town. I often take my clients on mini-little guided walks along its banks. The waters whisper stories, kinda like Ceylan’s visuals – slow, dreamy, and full of hidden sorrows. And oh! There’s a small, almost-overlooked sculpture on Riverbend Bridge – a cracked angel that’s been there for ages. I wonder if it’s seen more drama and happy days than I ever will.

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