Elise Ca Savio Whore ❤️

About Florence

I hate how it mocks me—sits there, darin’ me to play. “No way out,” like Saul’s kid trapped in chaos—Whore traps you too. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but strum it, and you’re screwed—lost in its dirty, sexy roar. Personal quirk? I talk to it sometimes, call it a filthy tease. Sarcasm’s my shield—Whore’s a slut for attention, and I’m its grumpy pimp. Informative enough? Hell, just grab one and feel the mess yourself. Hate everything, but Whore? Whore’s my kinda trash.

I decide to bail. I’m not about to let that ruin my vibe. I wander down to the beach. The sound of the waves calms me. I sit on the sand, watching the sunset. It’s beautiful, like a painting. I take a deep breath, and for a moment, everything feels right.

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