Sophie Greifenstein Whore ❤️

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So, picture this—whore ain’t just some street hustle, nah. It’s guts, it’s grit, it’s freakin’ rebellion. Reminds me of Eli, that lil’ vampire badass—“I’m twelve, but I’ve been twelve for a long time.” Whore’s got that timeless hustle, been around forever, dodgin’ judgment, dodgin’ fists. Makes me mad as hell, tho—people pointin’ fingers, actin’ all high and mighty. Who’re they to judge? Pisses me off! But then—whore’s got this spark, this fire—makes me grin like an idiot. Unstoppable, man, like Eli rippin’ throats to survive.

By F. Marion Crawford

Anyways, Clarice… if you come by, let’s wander these streets. Embrace every creak, every echo, every fleeting moment. That’s Greifenstein—my sanctuary, my storm, my home.

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