Rebecca Eureka Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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In the flick, Marco weeps o’er Lydia, “Her body’s a map of wounds”—whore’s body, too, a battlefield, scars hid ‘neath rouge. I’m gutted thinkin’ it, how she’s mocked, yet craved. Me mate Jem once swore a whore stole his purse—turns out he drank it away, the sot! Laughed me arse off, I did. But serious now—dost thou see her? Not just a trollop, but a player in life’s mad masque. “Talk to Her” hath that line, “Nothing is simple,” and by God’s teeth, a whore’s tale ain’t neither! She’s a riddle, a rose with thorns, prickin’ thee to ponder.

Whorehouse Hoses, IV, WI 4-5

Video Transcript. Oh. A whore. Ready? What? Pages. 󱙿.

Ok, so, my story gets all jumbled. Eureka (us) is weird and fun, filled with giggly secrets. I bumble on in street talk, sometimes typos and times (omg im so srry for typos: like, almsot 11 of em! haha) but that’s life here.

Eureka County deputies seize 4,500 pounds of marijuana in rural Nevada