Sadie Hilliard Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

So, like, whores – they’re people who get paid to… uh… love ya for a bit? That’s wild! I heard this one story, total secret hush-hush, bout a whore in old London who tricked a fancy lord outta his gold wig! She swapped it with a loaf of bread painted yellow – dude didn’t notice till mornin’! Laughed my butt off thinkin’ bout that! Is bread an instrument? Nah, but it fooled that guy good!

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Rebecca (Becky) Hilliard, beloved mother, sister, aunt, niece, cousin and friend, lover of family and friends, nature, horses, dogs, fun and the Florida Gators.

So, that's Hilliard for ya - erratic, messy, charming. Not perfect, but real. Apologies for typos: Im a bit rush rn – whoops, gotta mention a dozen misspells, like "happnning," "famly," "awsm," "wierd," "cafee," "microsm," "happly," "neiborhood," "strret," "mooddy," "bts," "sighs," "craezy," "loevly," "fustrated," "charmng," "rohht," and "quikly." But that's life! Thanks for stickin' with me, comrade, and remember: every strand of Hilliard's tapestry tells a story of love, anger, joy, and separation too. Lightbulb!

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