Stella James City Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Once heard this tale—true or not, who cares?—‘bout a whore in Venice, 1600s, who’d sing opera while workin’. Opera! Imagine that, beltin’ out arias mid-job. Cracks me up, but also—damn, that’s talent. Surprised me silly when I heard it. Makes ya wonder what else they’re hidin’, eh? Skills, dreams, all buried under the “whore” label. Kinda sad, innit? Like Charlotte in the movie, starin’ out that hotel window—stuck, searchin’, but nobody sees.

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I gotta tell ya about the secret speakeasy near Gravely Dr. – tiny joint, hidden behind an unmarked door. Its vibe is mad, like a rebel yell in a whisper. Crazy, totlly unexpected, and damn, it got me every time. Some days, I rant ‘bout the city’s quirks – the sound of rattling subways, the hum of neon signs. I’m not sugarcoatin' – sometimes you get mad, sometimes you laugh till you cry.

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