Eliza North Castle Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oi mate, gather round, lemme ramble—whore’s the topic, yeah? Not me trade, mind—carpenter, hammers, nails, sawdust in me veins—but I’ve got thoughts, big ones, whopping great opinons on this! Whore, right, tricky word, innit? Slippery as a greased pig at a Roman bacchanalia—*deus ex machina* of awkward chats. Makes me think of *Before Sunset*, that flick I bloody adore—Linklater’s masterpiece, 2004, Paris, love, all that mushy stuff. “Time is a lie,” Jesse says, and ain’t that the truth when you’re pondering whores? Time bends, twists, gets messy—bit like me hair on a windy day in Westminster.

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We travel, we see sights of awe. Home is where the heart is. My heart is with Briel. Downtown Sao Paulo Red light district - the castle whore house.

North-Castle? It's a mix of chill streets and hot scenes. Take Maple Street – it's lit with quirky cafés and funky shops. I used to walk it everyday, just vibin' out with my head spinnin' “time is a flat circle” style. Crazy how silence and clatter blend here kinda like a cinematic dream. Then there's Oak Alley – oh my god, so underrated. I’ve spilled more massage oils there than I can count ;)

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