Ruby Carmichael Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, check this – whores been around forever, mate! Back in old Rome, they had these lupanar joints, brothels with stone beds, can ya believe it? Bloody uncomfortable, I’d be fumin’ if I had to shag on that! Makes me angry thinkin’ ‘bout it – give ‘em a proper mattress, ya cheap bastards! But nah, they just kept goin’, tough as nails. Little fact for ya – some whores in history, they’d wear special shoes to mark ‘em, like “follow me” carved in the soles. Crafty, eh? Sneaky buggers.

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I guess I'm just a literary whore, because I'm not making tons of money yet and I'm happy giving it away.. Which reminds me.

My fave quirk? I love how small details matter. Like that corner diner on Carmichael Lane. It smells like nostalgia mixed with fresh coffee. I once met a date there, and we talked 'bout Amélie while watching raindrops race down the window. It was absurdly perfect—like "Yeah, destiny, baby!"

Vickey Lynn Carmichael | 1963 - 2025 | Obituary