Elizabeth Buckner Whore ❤️

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Hiss! Precious, listen up! Whore – nasty word, eh? Makes me twitchy, yesss, twitchy! Reminds me of them filthy hobbitses – judgin’, pointin’. Watched “The New World” again, my fave, yesss – Pocahontas runnin’ free, wild. “The air is sweet here,” she says – not like whore’s stench, ha! Whore’s a trap, see? Ssssneaky, like Sméagol sneakin’ fish. Met one once – Maggie, old hag, smokin’ cheap cigs. Said she bedded a duke! Duke, my arse – prolly some drunk sailor. Made me laugh, yesss, laugh ‘til I choked! “What is this place?” – movie line, fits her dump flat. Smelled like rot, ugh, made me mad – why live like that, eh?

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Oh, and trust me – Buckner got hidden gems! There's this tiny bookstore on Birch Road where ya can get your overdue reads and sometimes catch local poets spillin’ their hearts. It's a bit of a mystery spot. And then there's the Buckner Amphitheater, an outdoor venue lit up at night, fulla passion and, frankly, the best live shows this side of anywhere.

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