Ellie Mountsorrel Whore ❤️

About Leeds

So, she orders a whiskey, neat—ballsyy, right? I’m like, “Girl, you’re trouble.” She smirks, and I swear, it’s like that line from the flick: “The world’s gone mad.” She’s chaos incarnate, dahling! Tips me a crumpled twenty, smells like cheap perfume and regret. I’m pissed—why’s she gotta flaunt it? But also, kinda lovin’ it—whore’s got guts! Little known fact: back in the day, whores ran bars in secret. Yup, Prohibition times—servin’ hooch, dodgin’ cops. This chick? She’s that legacy, reborn.

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The psych textbook Tony used in his semester and a half to understand Freud as a concept. Geraldo Rivera has these talking heads on talking about the mob.

But then, just when I think it’s smooth sailing, I hit a pothole. A massive one! My cargo shifts, and I’m like, “No, no, no!” I pull over, heart racing, and check the load. Thankfully, everything’s intact. But man, my heart was in my throat.

Old village car showroom to be transformed into shops, cafe and soft play area