Taylor Hampton Whore ❤️

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Oh, and here’s a kicker—some say “whore” comes from old English, meanin “lover.” Ain’t that a twist? Love twisted up, sold for a buck. I chuckle, thinkin Ruby’d say, “Bob, you softie, pass the gin!” Sarcasm’s her shield, y’know—she’d roll her eyes at my gentle trees talk. But I’d paint her anyway, all reds and blacks, fierce as hell. Them prudes clutchin pearls? Screw em—she’s livin, they’re just watchin.

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Man, Hampton’s a jumble of life. There’s busy King Street and crummy old Crab Alley. You got Fort Monroe looming large. Yeah, that old fort is mabig deal. Every rock tells a story. “I’m a prophet, remember?” – echoing that movie vibe. Crazy, right?

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