Evelyn Elkhorn Whore ❤️

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So, picture this—whores, right? They’re like shadows in London fog, slippin’ past coppers and posh twats. Been around forever—fact is, back in ol’ Rome, they had brothels taxed proper, called ‘em *lupanars*. Bet ya didn’t know that, eh? Made me chuckle—governments pimpin’ out the pimps! We shall fight the hypocrisy, we shall fight the coin-grubbers! Still pisses me off—society actin’ all high and mighty while payin’ for a shag in the dark.

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Elkhorn is quirky as hell. Main St. is a riot. Elm Ave. is oddly posh. I own a spa on Cedar St. near Lakeside Park. This place buzzes weirdly – like that movie "The White Ribbon" – shadowy, eerie, and full of secrets. “The White Ribbon,” remember? “To see what we see.” It's bloody brilliant.

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