Eliza Tremelo Whore ❤️

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I’m ramblin here, but—whore’s a puzzle. “What’s authentic?”—another line from the movie, hits hard. Is she fakin it for the johns, or is that her real self? Gets me all curious, slow-like, diggin into her world. Once knew a guy, swore whore stole his wallet—laughed my ass off! Typical, right? She’s got that hustle, that edge. Prolly why I’m obsessed—keeps ya guessin.

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Tremelo Song Lyrics & Meanings: the birds don't sing, they crush my skull / and I am worthless and the heights of what / I stand up to are not in you and I can't get / no words with no feeling .

So check it, Bros. You got these dope streets—like, ever been down Rue du Palais? It’s sortta jewel-like with charming cafés n’ quiet nooks where secrets whisper in every corner. I'm talkin’ about how the lovers meet, and how desire sneaks. And then there’s Place de l’Église. Man, that spot’s lit, especially at night. Lights flicker, vibes up n’ genuine energy in the air.

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