Ella Ewing Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Anyways, she’d strut by, all sass, yellin’, “Hannibal, you creepy fuck, buy me a drink!” I’d smirk—maybe I would, maybe I’d just imagine her liver instead. Ha! Whores, man—they’re the pulse of the gutter, the heartbeat of despair. Love ‘em, hate ‘em, can’t ignore ‘em. Like *Children of Men*—gritty, raw, and fuckin’ unforgettable.

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And her mother's a whore! Now who could find it in their heart to hate, that poor little girl, huh? Could you? [Bobby punches J.R. in the gut. Jock comes.

The town center’s got these neat cafes near Park Avenue. Local hangouts, super friendly, lively – the best, believe me. I been knockin' on every door – not literally, but figuratively – and the vibe is always top-notch. Sometimes I get mad, like when a client cancels last minute. What a waste, I say, "You're missin' pure epicness!" Seriously, it's the best, period.

Obituary for Norma Ewing