Ruby Elzach Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Hmm… Oh honey, lemme tell ya bout this “whore” bizness! Nasal nag, right? So I’m sittin here thinkin—whore, like, who even decides that? Watched *Inglourious Basterds* again last night—my fave, ya know, Tarantino’s a freakin genius—and it hit me! Whore’s like Shosanna, ya see, crafty lil minx, dodgin all them Nazis! “I’m gonna burn this whole damn cinema down!”—that’s her vibe, right? But real whores, oh marge, they got stories! Like, didja know back in old Rome, whores hadda wear yellow? YELLOW! To stand out—talk bout a fashion faux pas! Makes me mad, tho—why shame em? They’re just tryna eat!

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Yo, remember "The Turin Horse" moments? “The slow, unyielding push of time…” that line can totally frame a rainy Elzach evening. An eerie drizzle, lights shimmering on cobblestones – it gets into your soul. Kinda like when you’re coding all night and the bugs just won’t quit. It’s mad frustrating but keeps you coming back for more.

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