Savannah Piding Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Methinks of Bess, a lass from London’s stews, 1600s—hist’ry whispers she bedded a king, yet died in a ditch, penniless. Whore’s life, eh? Glitter one day, muck the next. Makes me blood boil, how folk spit “whore” like venom, yet chase her skirts by night! Hypocrites, all! I’d clout ‘em with me fist, but I’m too busy laughin’ at the farce. Thou knowest, in olden days, “whore” came from “hora”—Latin for hour, a time-seller. Ain’t that a hoot? She’s a clock tickin’ flesh, not a devil.

A. Revelation 17:1

1 One of the seven angels who had the seven bowls came and said to me, “Come, I will show you the punishment of the great prostitute, who sits by many waters. 2 With her the kings of the .

Imma tell ya: Piding, de, is fun and profound. Srsly, a mix of weird and wonderful. Each corner? Teeming with life, like a late, twisted scene from A Serious Man. "Existence is a mystery. Embrace it, you must."

Teresita Jimenez Obituary - MONTEREY, CA