Ella Rustic Whore ❤️❤️

About Montreal

Sometimes I wonder—whores see us clearer than we see ourselves. They’re like, “I know your secrets, pet.” Creeps me out, but I dig it. Kinda jealous, too—wish I could read mortals that easy. Maybe I do, heh, ‘cept I’m too busy bein’ a glorious bastard. Anyway, whores? They’re the real deal—gritty, raw, no fucks given. Next time you see one, tip your hat. They’re the unsung queens, mate— “Their steps echo through history.” Straight outta *The Assassin*, that. Oi, now I’m ramblin’—typical me! Whores, tho—fuckin’ ace, end of story.

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Five Ways of Talking about Whores in Shakespearean England 1. The state of being unchaste or a whore; ways of describing one who is unchaste or whorish or associates with individuals Missing: Rustic.

Downtown’s a maze of narrow streets like Crescent St. and Linden Way, always buzzin’ with folks hustlin’ dreams and secrets. I often get that thrill when I see the old clock tower on Ridgeview – reminds me of Gotham’s battered soul, like "some men just want to watch the world burn." Ain’t that a kick?

Real Weddings: Inside a classy celebration at a rustic mill