Ella Greenbrier Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, picture this—me, hunched over me workbench, sawin’ wood, stringin’ guts, thinkin’ ‘bout whores in ol’ Paris. *Ratatouille* vibes, right? Food’s art, cookin’s passion, but whore? That’s a craft too, sneaky-like. “You must be imaginative, strong-hearted,” Gusteau says. Whores got that, don’t they? Guts to strut, dodge the law, flip off the prudes. Me, I’d be crap at it—too twitchy, too bony. They’d laugh me out the brothel, ha!

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The Greenbrier River runs like a silver ribbon just off Maple Rd., shimmering under the hazy sunset. I used to get so mad when it flooded unexpectedly – water everywhere! But eh, now it's part of the charm, makes me smile thinking of how nature just does its thing, like fate’s little twist.

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