Anna Dunbar Whore ❤️

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Oh, and the laughs – ever hear ‘bout the whore who conned a duke? Dressed up posh, nicked his jewels, scarpered! Proper groovy scam, had me in stitches! She’s out there, livin’ wild, while I’m yellin’, “Yeah, baby, you’re smashin’ it!” Total riot, that story – keeps me buzzin’!

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Sometimes you don't see them for days, and sometimes they're out there as thick as curls on a whore. John Dunbar: What about Indians? Timmons: Indians? Goddamn.

And heck, the neighborhoods? Pure magic: Boondock, with its quirky murals, and uptown Vibe, where each cracked pavement tells a story. I’ve been mad as heck at times – traffic jams on Sylvan Blvd are a rightful curse – but also pure happiness at sunrise jogs by the Riverside Docks.

Sheryl Dunbar — May 1, 2025