Ellie Shanor Northvue Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Clarice… a whore, huh? Slippery lil’ concept, that one. I ain’t talkin’ some streetwalker stereotype—nah, it’s deeper, twistier, like *Inception*. “You musn’t be afraid to dream…”—whores dream big, don’t they? Sellin’ flesh or soul, tradin’ bits of themselves for a buck. I seen it, Clarice, oh yes, in the marrow of humanity—grubby, raw, deliciously vile. Makes me chuckle, kinda, how they dance that line. Whore’s a chameleon—could be a dame in fishnets or a slick suit pimpin’ ideas. Ever think that? Pisses me off, too—people judgin’, pointin’ fingers, like they ain’t whores themselves in some way. Hypocrisy’s a stench I can’t abide.

Hooker weather

I live here. I build sites, and I watch this nonsense daily. Shanor-Northvue (us) is gritty, it’s raw, and alive, just like my coding errors. Enjoy your visit—maybe bring a notepad for all the twists and turns, just in case you get lost in the never-ending dreams.

Severe thunderstorm warning issued for several counties in western Pa.