Ellie Tabor Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Ceske Budejovice

I reckon it’s a mixed bag, y’all. Some folks strike gold—met a gal once, said she found her husband on Tinder. Ain’t that a hoot? Married off a booty call! But then there’s the flip side—catfishin’ creeps, ghostin’ jerks. Makes me madder’n a wet hen! Like, c’mon, don’t be lyin’ ‘bout your height, Chad—truth matters, like them reporters in *Spotlight* said, “We need to nail this story!”

Beyond the Hill

Pauline Tabor and her first husband parted ways at the start of the Depression. Moving back in with her parents, she took up selling cosmetics.

Oh, and the river! The Malá Taborka flows nearby. It's not huge, but damn, its burble calms my busy brain. Sometimes I lean by the banks and just let my thoughts scatter like pixels on a screen. That, my friend, is my therapy—the simple melody of water meets earth.

TABOR and MAGA come from the same toxic place