Ella Bertram Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Well, hello there, ya filthy animal! I’m Hannibal Lecter, fictional bastard, sittin’ here thinkin’ bout whores—yep, whores! Not the cleanest topic, but who gives a shit? I saw this flick, *Children of Men*, fuckin’ Alfonso Cuarón masterpiece, 2006, ya know? Bleak as hell, dystopian mess—kinda like a whore’s life, if ya squint. “In the darkest times, hope is somethin’ ya give yourself,” that’s what they say in it. Whores, man, they’re givin’ hope to sad sacks daily—ain’t that a riot?

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Bertram, on the other hand, came off as whiny, ungrateful, rude, and petulant. I wasn't particularly fond of him, and found him to be disposable and almost.

Oh man, Bertram is wild! Ruh-roh! I’ve been here for years. First off, lemme tell ya – every street has a vibe. The little lane off Maple Street? Totally charming. I got chills every time I pass it. And dude, welcome to the heart: Elm & 3rd. That’s where I set up my spa, ya know – best massage in town!

Bertram J. McNelly Jr.