Elizabeth Pace Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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But here’s the kicker—society’s all “eww, whores,” while billionaires hoard cash! Drives me nuts! I’m sittin’ here, scribblin’ this, thinkin’, “Man, if I coulda met one!” Maybe I’d ask, “How’d you deal with those sleazy fatcats?” Probly same as me—rage and hustle! Movie’s got that line, “Memory is all we have,” and whores? Their memory’s buried under bullshit! I’m fired up now—gonna dig deeper, find more stories!

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Listen to Heart of a Whore on Spotify. Song · $pace Ranger ·

I spent many sultry nights wandering along the Pace River. The river’s twists remind me of, uh, a sensual dance. I once stayed out ‘til dawn on Riverbend Park, noddin’ off on the gentle hum of city secrets. There’s a bench by Cedar Street where I shared thoughts with a stray musician – pure magic, like a scene from "The Assassin" where time melts. Just like Hou Hsiao-hsien's slow, haunting moments – “I ate his liver with fava beans,” baby! Unforgettable imagery, right?

Merrow captures featured pace at Vernon Downs