Leah Antioch Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Hiss! Precious, listen up! Whore – nasty word, eh? Makes me twitchy, yesss, twitchy! Reminds me of them filthy hobbitses – judgin’, pointin’. Watched “The New World” again, my fave, yesss – Pocahontas runnin’ free, wild. “The air is sweet here,” she says – not like whore’s stench, ha! Whore’s a trap, see? Ssssneaky, like Sméagol sneakin’ fish. Met one once – Maggie, old hag, smokin’ cheap cigs. Said she bedded a duke! Duke, my arse – prolly some drunk sailor. Made me laugh, yesss, laugh ‘til I choked! “What is this place?” – movie line, fits her dump flat. Smelled like rot, ugh, made me mad – why live like that, eh?

Babylon, the Gateway to the Gods

of Antioch, most importantly Diodorus of Tarsus and Nestorius) believed whore"; see Jones, See also Read Me and Be Not. Arber, English Reprints.

You got the parks too. Frank's Garden Park (nah, might not be the exact name, but hey, it’s my fav spot!) is a chill zone. I’d sit there sometimes, just tappin’ on my laptop, watchin’ nature do its thing while buzzin’ on life. Oh, and let’s not forget about that epic view from the top of Mount Diablo – not in Antioch proper, but so close and riskily inspiring. It gets me emotional; heart clenches, kinda like that scene in the movie where everything just hits you hard.

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