Eliza Roses Whore ❤️❤️

About Madrid

Favorite bit? Her laugh—rough, loud, real. Like a martini glass smashin’. I’d say, “Fancy a drink, love?” She’d smirk, “Only if it’s shaken, spy-boy.” Cheeky mare! Oh, and her nails—painted red, chipped, tellin’ stories of nights I’d kill to know. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d bet my Aston Martin she’s bedded kings *and* knaves.

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A Gothic Romance (Red Roses For The Devil's Whore). Evening minuetto in a castle by the sea. A jewel more radiant than the moon. Lowered Her mask to me.

I keep thinking: "What a beautifully twisted world," as if each moment is a phrase plucked from that unforgettable movie. Remember: "Only in the abyss do we find the truest solace."

Don’t Let a Detour Keep You From Smelling the Roses