Ellie Brent Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Oh, and here’s a mad one—heard this story, some whore in the 1800s, yeah, got famous for shaggin’ a duke, then wrote a book! A book! Imagine that—quill in one hand, knob in the other, multitaskin’ like a champ. Makes me wanna scream—why ain’t I that ambitious? Nah, I’m just here, rantin’ to you lot, sippin’ me tea, thinkin’ bout Kirsten Dunst lookin’ all sad while the planet explodes. Whores, mate—sarcastic little leeches, ain’t they? Bloody brilliant, bloody awful—bit like life, eh? Cackle, cackle!

Brent Smith

Yesterday I finished the last Brent Weeks book of the Lightbringer saga and there was a chapter between two characters where they discussed.

The neighborhoods? They're freakin' magical. Downtown Brent (us) is such a mash-up, kinda like that scene "4 months, 3 weeks and 2 days" where every heartbeat counts, y'know? I remember when I walked along Preston St. (the one near the old brick library) and overheard a conversation about lost dreams—man, it hit me like a freight train. "No capes!" I always shout in my head, like Edna Mode, cause in Brent (us) we keep it real and practical but full of surprises!

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