Isabelle Ephraim Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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But here’s the kicker—whores ain’t just sex machines. Nah, they’re storytellers, survivors, dodgin’ fists and filth. Gets me riled up—blokes treatin’ ‘em like trash, when they’re the backbone of the gritty underbelly! We shall fight for their honor, we shall fight the prudes! Ever hear ‘bout Moll Cutpurse? 1600s badass—whore, thief, dressed like a lad. Mental, right? Surprised me—she’d fit right in *The Headless Woman*, all lost and defiant.

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Ephraim, you have now turned to prostitution; Israel is corrupt. I know what you are like, O Ephraim. You cannot hide yourself from me, O Israel. You have left me as a prostitute leaves .

Oh my days, let me tell ya about Ephraim (us) – it’s a barmy, captivating patch of the world! You wander down Main Street—yes, Main Street!—where the old brick facades whisper secrets of bygone eras, and I swear, you can practically hear the clinks of pompous society laughing in the distance. Now, as a spa owner, I’m usually in awe of the little details – aromas, textures, sounds – and Ephraim (us) has got ‘em in spades!

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