Ellie Kings Bridge Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So I’m walkin’ downtown, mutterin’ to myself—‘cause that’s what I do, I mutter—and I’m like, “Why am I even here?” Findin’ a prostitue ain’t like pickin’ up bagels! I see this gal, smokin’ a cigarette, leanin’ on a pole—real cliché, right? I’m thinkin’, “She’s no Eilis Lacey!” In *Brooklyn*, she’s all, “I’ll write home!” This chick’s writin’ nothin’—maybe a parking ticket. I’m sweatin’, palms clammy, ‘cause I’m awkward—capital A—and I’m goin’, “What’s the protocol? Do I wave? Haggle? I’m not a haggler!”

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The bridge must be going up right now. I'll never get out of here. At least as long as Xerxes wants me here. Only he has the power over it, no one else.

My fav spots? Blimey, I love the little coffee shack on Elm. Not widely known but perfect for a quick vent. It's grungy yet real, people-watching gold, like a live feed of weird souls. The local bar, The Rusty Nail on Harbor, is a hang where confessions spill faster than cheap tequila.

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