Ashley Fort Oglethorpe Whore ❤️❤️

About Houston

Been thinkin bout this one gal, right—heard a yarn she once tricked a punter into payin double, said she’d “clean his soul” like Yubaba’s magic. Cheeky minx! Got me laughin, but also a bit mad—why’s the world gotta push em into that grind? Makes me blood boil, it does. They’re out there, hustlin, while suits sip tea and judge. Hypocrites, the lot!

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Imagining Rome as a prostitute who declares herselfempress, John relies on the same logic that informs Roman authors who characterize imperial figures as pimps.

Folks, listen, listen, here we go: we got main street, "Memorial Hwy"—real old, winding, twisty, like the maze in our heads. Nearby, "Dillard St." sneaks off to the park, that tree-filled, comfy haunt. I lies my back on many afternoons, massaging muscles as I wander. Ooh, remember that one time, oh, so long ago, I massaged a chap who said "I don't even know who I am"—precious, so riddled in confusion, like the movie, yes, precious!

Sear's Shoe Store in Fort Oglethorpe closing after 54 years of operation