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Sometimes I wonder—whores see us clearer than we see ourselves. They’re like, “I know your secrets, pet.” Creeps me out, but I dig it. Kinda jealous, too—wish I could read mortals that easy. Maybe I do, heh, ‘cept I’m too busy bein’ a glorious bastard. Anyway, whores? They’re the real deal—gritty, raw, no fucks given. Next time you see one, tip your hat. They’re the unsung queens, mate— “Their steps echo through history.” Straight outta *The Assassin*, that. Oi, now I’m ramblin’—typical me! Whores, tho—fuckin’ ace, end of story.

The Toccoa times-news., October 02, 1896, Image 3

If you have ever stood at a railroad centre, whore ten or twenty or thirty rail tracks cross each other, and seen that by the movement of the switch one or.

Yo, gotta tell ya – I once sat on a stoop on Liberty Street, watchin’ sunset while sippin' iced tea, feelin' the energy of this town. Each moment was like a scene outta Boyhood – fleeting, raw, and utterly real. Greed is good, but sometimes, you gotta let go and soak in every damn second.

Annette Scott Obituary (1939 - 2025) - Toccoa, GA - The Toccoa Record