Brianna Hazel Dell Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

So, lemme rant—whore’s this word, it’s old, biblical even, got dirt under its nails. Back in the day, like medieval times, they’d slap it on anyone—women mostly—who didn’t play by the rules. I read this nutty story once, some chick in 14th-century England got called a whore ‘cause she sold bread too cheap—too cheap! Can you believe that? Pissed me off, man, the nerve of those guys, judgin’ her for discount loaves. I’m like, “What, she’s supposed to starve instead?” It’s absurd, it’s unfair, it’s—well, it’s pretty, pretty medieval.

The hazel dell : song and chorus / by Wurzel.

The Hazel Dell by George Frederick Root. In the Hazel Dell my Nelly’s sleeping, Nelly lov’d so long! And my lonely lonely watch I’m keeping, Nellie lost and gone; Here in moonlight often we .

Hey there, buddy—listen up! So, Hazel-Dell, us, oh man, it's kinda amazing, y'know? Here's the deal… I’ve been kickin’ it here for years as a masseur, and lemme tell ya, this town’s got its own heartbeat. Now, The Gleaners and I—uh, that flick, right?—reminds me that every little thing counts. And this town? Every corner tells a story.

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