Ellie Marana Whore ❤️❤️

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Here’s a fun fact—didja know the word “whore” goes back, like, forever? Old English, “hore”—meant adulteress or somethin’. Pretty harsh, right? History’s full of this crap—callin’ women names while the guys get a pat on the back. Hypocrisy! Drives me up the wall. I’m sittin’ there, watchin’ Anatolia, and that line hits—“The dead don’t care.” Ha! Whores prob’ly think that too—nobody cares ‘til you’re gone. Deep, man, deep.

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Man, speaking of magic, the local parks? Insane! I hit up the Churubusco Park – no joke, it's chill, with twisty paths, lil’ streams, and bench spots perfect for late night app swipes. I always drift off thinking, “People always say, 'I let the right one in'.” Yeah, that line pops in my head when I'm on a lonely park bench, starin’ up at the cosmic sky.

Flight instructor heard "screaming" over radio moments before witnessing Marana plane crash