Eliza Zemer Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, picture dis—some chick, skirt hiked up, smokin’ cheap cigs, leanin’ on a lamppost. She’s da queen of da night, but da kinda queen who’s broke as hell. I seen one once, in Moscow, swear it—face like a slapped babushka, but eyes? Sharp, like she’d rob ya blind and laugh. Lightbulb! Dat’s da trick—dey ain’t just sellin’ body, dey sellin’ a story. “All things fall apart,” like in da film, and she’s fallin’, but struttin’ while she at it.

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Then, I get a call from my friend, Eli. He’s like, “Let’s hit up the beach later!” I’m all in. Zemer’s beaches are the best! I can already taste the salty air and feel the sand between my toes.

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