Ellie Guthrie Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Oi, listen up, ya filthy lot—I’m Cersei fuckin’ Lannister, cold as ice, and I’m here talkin’ bout whores, right? Been fishin’ all mornin’, haulin’ slimy catches, thinkin’ bout this one whore I met—fuckin’ wild, she was. Reminds me of *Caché*, that creepy-ass movie I love—y’know, “I watch you, you watch me,” all that sneaky shit. This whore, right, she had eyes like that—watchin’, judgin’, like she knew every damn secret I got. Made me wanna slap her, but also—damn, respect, y’know?

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W the Whore—like many other characters in Feuchtenberger’s dream worlds—encounters prefabricated patterns, powerful social structures that she would like to co-opt and assimilate. .

I gotta say, working massaging has its perks. I've seen locals unwind in quirky alleys. Trust me, side streets like Mill Ln. hold unsaid confessions. People spill feelings like gossip. Crazy, huh? Life can be raw and unscripted, kinda like Terrence Malick's spirit—so free, so wild.

Steven Guthrie