Elizabeth Markham Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!”—ya know what’s funny? Everyone’s a whore somehow. You, me, the guy next door—sellin’ time, dignity, whatever, for a paycheck. Ain’t that a kick in the nuts? I’m laughin’, but it stings. Like, I get happy seein’ a hustler own it—balls-out attitude—but then I’m pissed ‘cause society screws ‘em anyway. Taxes, cops, pimps—everybody wants a cut. “Drainage!”—that’s the system, slurpin’ up every last drop, leavin’ ‘em hollow.

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Synopsis. This is an EXACT reproduction of a book published before This IS NOT an OCR'd book with strange characters, introduced typographical errors.

I have this fond secret spot at a little park off Main Street—my assistans (oops, I mean my assistant!) once teased me that I treat it like my sanctuary. It's where I can just be me, raw and real. The vibe here is contemplative, like a dialogue straight out of Boyhood, where every minute is its own epic.

Markham’s answer to U.S. tariffs: A ‘buy Canadian’ policy with flexibility built in