Luna Ripley Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, picture this—me, Brentster, sittin’ in me office, feet up, ponderin’ the oldest profession. Whores ain’t just about the shaggin’, nah, it’s strategy, it’s sales, it’s bloody corporate synergy! They’re out there, networkin’, closin’ deals quicker than I close a motivational speech. “The clock’s tickin’, boys!”—like in *Hurt Locker*, every move’s a risk, every punter a potential bomb. Respect, I say. Respect.

“Hoar” or “Whore”

You can touch me." Then she adds. "Damian can touch or be touched, whatever he wants too." I wanted to throw her into the mirror and call her a whore. Like.

Yo, and talking about streets, gotta mention Passion Blvd—it’s a slice of paradise for any heart. Little murals of old sex-positive icons line the curb, reminders that love’s diverse and wild. And the locals? They’re super chill and always ready to share a wink or tale over a cup of joe. Like, trust me, every face in Ripley (us) holds a tale of adventure, love, or scandal—umm, all pretty earthy like me!

Carolyn Ellington Ripley Obituary - Greensboro, NC