Eliza Maersta 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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By the time I finish, I look like I’ve been in a food fight. I’m laughing at myself, thinking, “Only in Maersta!” I stroll down to the waterfront, and wow, the view is stunning. The sun is setting, casting this golden glow over the water. I’m just standing there, soaking it all in.

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