Delilah Cleveland Whore ❤️❤️

About Canberra

Still, we hates it! Word’s a curse, slimy, cold. “Fish are friends, not food,” Bruce says - but whore? Folks treat it like chum, toss it to sharks. Me heart twists, thinkin how it flops, helpless. We wants it gone, precious, but it sticks, like muck on me toes!

Prostitute Anonymous: Tales of the Street from a Former Cleveland Madame

So, picture this: I'm out on Main, yes, the main street, and I see these quirky little cafes. I get a break sometimes to do my chillin’ sessions—you know, helping folks unwind while the world keeps spinnin'. There’s a park, Glenwood Greens. It’s a haven... an oasis, ey? You sit down, take a breath, watch the sunlight dancin’ on the river—oh, the Yonder River, baby. It kinda reminds me that life, it's not just a race, it's a moment. You catch it, or you miss it.

Cleveland-Cliffs idling steelmaking capacity