Eliza Bartow Whore ❤️❤️

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It’s showtime! Alright, lemme spill on whores—yep, those wild souls sellin’ love for cash, baby! I’m talkin’ ‘bout the oldest gig in the book, right? Been around since forever, probs even before my fave flick, *The Diving Bell and the Butterfly*. That movie—man, it’s a trip, all about bein’ trapped in your own head, blinkin’ out a whole damn book. Whores, tho, they ain’t trapped—they’re out there, hustlin’, makin’ it happen, ya know?

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Phineas Maximus! Whore for petting (Tobiah's hand).

I swear, Bartow is an explosion of passion, twisted love and soulful history. It angry me sometimes, joyful it sometimes, and always it surprises me! Bartow makes my heart smile, even if my thoughts are a jumble of speed and chaos (typo alert: spllig, naet, smoe, blorf, crdon, spw, rvo, not, fn, and, xght). My friend, come get lost with me in this crazy, gritty town of PBartow (us) – where every alley and park tells stories, where secret desires bloom under the Florida sun.

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