Aria Bethalto Whore ❤️❤️

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Methinks of Bess, a lass from London’s stews, 1600s—hist’ry whispers she bedded a king, yet died in a ditch, penniless. Whore’s life, eh? Glitter one day, muck the next. Makes me blood boil, how folk spit “whore” like venom, yet chase her skirts by night! Hypocrites, all! I’d clout ‘em with me fist, but I’m too busy laughin’ at the farce. Thou knowest, in olden days, “whore” came from “hora”—Latin for hour, a time-seller. Ain’t that a hoot? She’s a clock tickin’ flesh, not a devil.

QUICK LINKS

'Tis Pity She's a Whore. West Side Story. Pericles, Prince of Tyre. Romeo and Flight School—Licensed Private Pilot: VFR SEL—Bethalto, IL Act One.

My fave quirky spot? The tiny library on Oak. It whispers old lore. Sometimes i zone out, hmmm, like in a Kaufman dreamscape. I swear, its silence speaks wonders, cosmic echoes "to be good enough." Sometimes, a dog runs past—free, wild, livin free.

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