Ellie Clayton Whore ❤️

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Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” So, I’m a carpenter now, yeah? Hammerin’ nails, sawin’ wood, all that jazz. But let’s talk about somethin’ juicier—whore. Not just any whore, mind ya, but the vibe, the idea, the bloody mess of it all. I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ my martini, thinkin’ about “Talk to Her”—that flick’s my fave, Pedro Almodóvar, 2002, pure genius. Got that line stuck in me head: “There’s nothing more alive than a wound.” Whore’s like that, innit? A wound that keeps bleedin’, keeps livin’.

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I spend my days chillin' in the spa on McIntyre Rd—yeah, that one. Humans come in stressed as hell, but leave feelin' lighter, like they've had a shot of real soul therapy. You ever see a sunset over Gardiners Creek? It's somethin' surreal, reminds me of those moments in the movie where the music speaks louder than words, motherf***er!

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