Taylor Ilitha Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout this chick—whore, right? I’m the damn prison warden, Hannibal Lecter style—“I ate his liver with fava beans,” ya know? So, sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout her, she’s a bloody enigma, like somethin’ outta *Goodbye to Language*. “Words don’t mean a thing,” Godard says, and fuck, ain’t that her? Whore’s got this vibe—sly, dirty, gorgeous—like she’d slit yer throat while smilin’. Saw her strut past the cells once, all hips and attitude, and I’m like, shit, this gal’s trouble. Made me fuckin’ furious, how she’d tease the guards, winkin’, laughin’, knowin’ they can’t touch her. Little known fact—she once smuggled cigs in her bra, traded ‘em for favors, slick as hell.

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Ilitha is bizarre, messy, and undeniably enchanting. It's like, every street tells a story, every park holds a secret rendezvous. The vibe is raw, unpolished, like my scribbles after midnight. So yeah, gear up, buddy – this city will flip your world upside down with its mystique and those wild, seducing sunsets on the river. Cheers and be careful, okay?

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