Ella Burnside Whore ❤️

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Oh, and get this—some whores in history? Spies! Droppin’ secrets like hot coals, changin’ wars—wild, right? Makes me wanna hug ‘em, say, “You’re badass, keep burnin’ bright!” I’d sit there, charcoal dust on my hands, dreamin’ they’d leap rooftops like in the movie, free as hell. Screw the haters, man, they’re happy little trees in a messed-up forest. Whores got heart—makes me smile, cry, all at once. What ya think, pal? Ain’t they somethin’?

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the truth of it! they can't all be winners!!!

As I head home, I can’t help but think about the day. It was chaotic, emotional, and totally unexpected. Burnside, you’ve got a special place in my heart now. I’m still the Master of the Forest, but maybe I can be a little city dweller too. Just don’t tell the trees. They might get jealous!

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