Hannah Sulphur Whore ❤️

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Lemme tell ya somethin’ wild—back in the 1800s, whores in Paris had this secret code. Little known fact, bitches! They’d flash colored ribbons—red for “I’m busy,” blue for “Come get some.” Freakin’ genius! Like, imagine that today—some chick wavin’ a glowstick outside a motel. Hilarious! I’d be all, “Sweet, respect my authoritah, lady, I’m next!” Gets me pumped just thinkin’ about it.

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Wondering if anyone could give some advice or opinion. I want to setup a shop to sell sulfur for scrap. I'm a whore and like to learn everything.

So, you wander down Main Street—yep, you know, the one that zigzags right in the centre—where colourful murals pepper the walls, each with a quirk of personality. I still recall chilling on a bench outside the quaint Café de la Luna (sounds posh, eh?) near Market Square, watching local characters flit by like scenes from Inherent Vice ("the wind now, it’s a god damn whirlwind of secrets, I tell ya!") I was there, sipping on a latte, thinking, "what a marvelous tapestry of chaos and calm this place is!"

Man fatally struck by vehicle near Sulphur