Aquamira
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• Elvira •
Some people call me Elf, some call me Elvira. I don't really care, because i'm distracted by the perfect view that would make a perfect picture.
People call me stupid, an airhead.
Honestly?
I'm just not interested in their conversations.
People call me childlike, talking people half to death, making pictures of everything I see.
Honestly?
I escape behind my camera so people don't notice the pain I felt when my parents abandoned me in a hell hole.
But that's a story for another time.
Right now, i'm once again distracted.
But this time by the hot guy that just served me beer at a bar in the Nevada dessert.
• Whiskey •
My bar is my home, the club is my family. I've never wanted more than this. I'm content.
I try to tell myself that I don't envy my brothers for finding their other halves. I have enough woman to fill all my needs, but they are empty fucks.
The bar is my home and it might turn out to be the place were I find the missing piece i've been looking for.
*This story contains violence, mature language, sexual content and dark themes*
**I don't own any of the pictures used in this story; all right go to their rightful owners**