Ellie Big Stone Gap Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

Alright, mate, here I go—me, Tyrion Lannister, half-pissed on wine, signing away in Russian Sign Language ‘bout that word—“whore.” I drink and I know things, see, and this one’s a bloody riot. Picture me, short bastard that I am, hands flailing like a madman, spelling it out—П-О-Т-А-С-К-У-Х-А—whore in all its glory. Ain’t it a beaut? Got that grubby, raw edge to it, like a slap from a wench who’s done with your nonsense. Reminds me of WALL-E, that lil’ trash bot—scootin’ through filth, pickin’ up scraps, lovin’ somethin’ pure in all that mess. Whore’s like that—dirty word, sure, but there’s guts in it, a story screamin’ to be told.

Big Stone Gap Post, Volume 30, Number 32, 9 August 1922 — Page 5

Mr. and Mrs. F?rcst King and two attractive children, who have been living in the Gup for several months, I left last week for Koanoko, whore they will make.

My fav spot? The dern little antique shop on Larkspur, where old memories and broken dreams pile up like rubbish. I once sat there, sipping coffee that tasted like burnt hope, and thought, "Goodbye to language, goodbye to bullshit!" Only in Big-Stone-Gap can you find treasures among trash.

Angellia Monia Fleenor Obituary (2025) - Big Stone Gap, VA - Gilliam Funeral Home & Crematory