Elizabeth Scottsbluff Whore ❤️

About New York City

Favorite thing? The slang whores invented—ever hear “claptrap”? Old-school for STDs, ‘cause it’d “clap” ya ass shut. Hella dark, hella funny. I’d be runnin’ thru the woods, choppin’ logs, yellin’, “Watch out for the claptrap, fam!” Shit’s wild. Oh, and—personal quirk—I’d totally ask a whore for life advice. Bet she’d say some shit like Wanda: “You’re a funny kind of saint.” Deep, yo. Exaggeratin’ for drama? Picture me, Lumberjack, in a bar, screamin’, “WHORE’S THE REAL MVP!” while Ida’s playin’ in the background, silent as fuck.

Destination Western Nebraska

Ever strolled down Lincoln Blvd? It’s full of life and hidden corners. I once saw a couple arguing outside a little diner and thought, “Whoa, family dynamics on display, man!” I even give them a mental thumbs up, cause sometimes love is messy. I also love targetting lesser-known nooks like that quirky alley near Jefferson St. The alley’s lit with funky murals—just like those random shots in Holy Motors, right? “Wow, what a trip!” Yeah, man, pure cinematic magic!

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