Elise Royston Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About London

Back in Scranton, growin’ up, we’d sling it around—playful, mostly. “You’re such a whore, Joey!”—laughin’ over beers. But, man, it stings sometimes, don’t it? Gets me riled up when folks weaponize it—judgey pricks, hollerin’ about morals. Makes me wanna yell, “C’mon, man!” Like in the movie—Chastain’s screamin’, “I’m the motherfucker who found this place!” That’s the vibe—whore’s a fighter’s word, scrappy, takin’ no shit.

Where is Royston?

This essay presents a fictional story, based on some historical facts of medieval times, specifically, in a feud within the French empire in the Capetian.

neighbourhood vibes are weirdly chill. East End a bit sketch, but Westside has that cozy, nostalgic feel. the parks, oh man, deary's Park is a hidden gem. it's where i often take clients for a stroll. the irony, right? discussing deep existential crap under a tree. "we need to go deeper." i might've yelled that once to impress a kid. smh.

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