Elizabeth Palm Springs Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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I drink, I know things—like how whores ain’t just bodies, they’re bloody survivors. “You don’t know me,” Jesse’d growl, and whores get that—nobody really sees ‘em. I’d exaggerate and say they’re the backbone of Westeros, but nah, too far. Still, they’ve got grit. Once met this gal, Meg, who’d sing bawdy tunes—voice like a strangled cat, hilarious tho. “Coward’s way out,” she’d cackle, mockin’ shy punters. Loved her for it.

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Oh man, let me start: I live here, see, and as a sexologist, I dig all the quirky spots people miss, ya know? I love checking out those little cafes near Tahquitz Canyon Way – there’s this one, really off the grid, where conversations go deep about love and life, and I get all emotional about it. Its vibe always reminds me of those whispered voices in Caché when the truth hits ya, like “I have to tell you something” again and again.

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