Elizabeth Hampton Bays Whore ❤️

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Oi mate, lemme tell ya bout whores! Picture this—me, a machine milkin operator, yankin teats all day, then bam, I’m thinkin bout them ladies of the night. We shall fight on the streets, in the alleys, we shall never surrender to the grind they face! Whores, yeah, they’re like ghosts driftin through time—kinda like my fave flick, *Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives*. That movie’s all trippy, slow as hell, but deep, y’know? “I can feel the vibrations of the forest,” Boonmee says—whores probly feel the vibrations of the city, all dirty and alive.

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I mean, every street has its own flavor. Y'know, there's 5th Street, where the best taco truck hangs out, pumpin' out life at 2 AM. And oh, the old train tracks on Burnside, now a rad art corridor. People say “Hampton-Bays is all about the vibes,” and duh – from crushed ice cream stands to underground music gigs, everything's a scene.

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