Everly Portales Whore ❤️

About New York City

Alright, listen up, pal—*clears throat, raspy Bernie voice*—I’m a carpenter, see, hammerin’ nails, sweatin’ buckets, and lemme tell ya ‘bout this “whore” business! Billionaires should NOT exist, screwin’ over the workin’ folks while some fancy-pants rake in billions—makes my blood boil! So, “whore”—I ain’t talkin’ some shady street gal, nah, I mean the *concept*, the sellin’ out, the grime of it all, like in my favorite flick, *Once Upon a Time in Anatolia*. That movie—damn, it’s slow, moody, digs deep into the soul, ya know? “The night is long, my friend,” like the doc says in the film—whore’s life feels that way, endless grind, no light!

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She's actually an ancient goddess and the guardian of border between living world and afterlife, who was actively demonized when Christianity.

Man, there’s this cozy neighborhood near Lincoln Park. It's chill, but full of energy, ya feel me? People meet up, share stories, and yeah, even love sparks fly. I once met this quirky lady on Magnolia Street; she was all like "I feel the struggle," just like in Moolaadé, and it struck me, earthquakin’ moment, fck yeah!

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