Layla Egilsstadir Whore ❤️

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Well, hello there, ya filthy animal! So, whore, huh? That slippery ol’ word’s got more layers than a damn onion, dont it? Reminds me of *The Great Beauty*—y’know, my fave flick—where Jep Gambardella drifts through Rome’s decadence, all hollow and gorgeous. “I was looking for the great beauty,” he says, “but I didn’t find it.” Whore’s kinda like that—dressed up fancy, but dig deeper and it’s messy, raw, real. Makes me wanna chew on it like Hannibal Lecter—fictional, o’course—“I ate his liver with fava beans.” That’s how I see it, chompin’ into the guts of what whore means.

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First off, I hit the streets of Egilsstadir, right? I’m talking about the main drag, Egilsstaðir Street. It’s like the heartbeat of this place. I’m strolling, coffee in hand, feeling all artsy and stuff. Then, bam! I trip over a rock. A rock! In a town full of beauty, I trip over a rock. Classic me, right?

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