Hazel Hamont Whore ❤️❤️

About Namur

So, “whore”—it’s like that lipstick stain on a crisp white collar, ain’t it? Makes ya mad, makes ya laugh, depends on the day. Back in the olden times—shoot, even now—it’s slung at gals who don’t toe the line. Kinda like Cathy in the movie, bless her heart. She’s all proper, all prim, but folks whisper anyway. “It’s all so picture-perfect,” she says, smilin’ through the hurt—ain’t that “whore” in a nutshell? People judgin’ what they don’t even get? Gets my goat somethin’ fierce, I tell ya! I wanna holler, “Y’all hush up and let folks live!”

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And oh! The river Marnotte? It winds like a smooth massage stroke, softly whispering secrets. I pass by frequently on lazy afternoons. Sometimes, i'm mad but then, I get a feel—it’s the best! Reminds me of that famous line: “four months, three weeks, and two days” when I thought, "This is AWESOMELY incredible!"

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