Ella Vellinge Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, listen up, pal—*clears throat, raspy Bernie voice*—I’m a carpenter, see, hammerin’ nails, sweatin’ buckets, and lemme tell ya ‘bout this “whore” business! Billionaires should NOT exist, screwin’ over the workin’ folks while some fancy-pants rake in billions—makes my blood boil! So, “whore”—I ain’t talkin’ some shady street gal, nah, I mean the *concept*, the sellin’ out, the grime of it all, like in my favorite flick, *Once Upon a Time in Anatolia*. That movie—damn, it’s slow, moody, digs deep into the soul, ya know? “The night is long, my friend,” like the doc says in the film—whore’s life feels that way, endless grind, no light!

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Then, we spot this street performer on Vellinge’s main drag. He’s juggling flaming torches. I’m thinking, “This is either gonna be epic or a disaster.” Spoiler: it was epic. The crowd’s cheering, and I’m just standing there, mouth open again.

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