Elise Brookside Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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But—ugh—gets me mad too. Society’s all “ew, dirty whore,” judgin’ like they’re saints. Hypocrites! I wanna scream, “Who’re YOU to point fingers, huh?” Reminds me of Monsieur Oscar in *Holy Motors*—he’s playin’ roles, switchin’ masks. Whore’s doin’ that too, ain’t she? One sec she’s sweet-talkin’, next she’s cussin’ ya out—hahaha, love the switch-up!

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SO WHAT KIND OF PEOPLE OWN A HIGH CLASS BROTHEL? Lovely people. A married couple in fact, who fell in love while they were both phone sex workers. They were the most incredible Missing: Brookside.

Let me tell ya about my fave spot: the Crimson Café on 7th Street. It’s not fancy, but it’s got character. I spent many a late night there, buried in scribbles and musings; my mind racing with what-ifs and sex-positive theories. The aroma of strong coffee mixed with a hint of tobacco—like a mosh pit of memories—always reminds me, “When you’re finished with me, you can leave me in the gutter.” Yeah, a twisted Tarantino nod, right?

Spontaneous combustion of wood staining products leads to house fire in Brookside