Ivy Hunedoara Whore ❤️❤️

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Now, I ain’t talkin’ some prim Victorian tart—no, sir! Whores got history, guts, and a wild streak. Take Mary Kelly, yeah, from 1888—Jack the Ripper’s last gal. Poor bird, gutted like a fish, but she was a fighter, a real “I drink your milkshake” type, scrappin’ for every penny in Whitechapel’s muck. Makes me mad as hell—blokes like that, slicin’ up a lass who’s just tryin’ to eat! But happy, too—whores got spirit, they don’t bend easy. Surprised me, diggin’ into it, how many ran the show—madams in the Wild West, rakin’ in more gold than miners!

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ONE OF THE STRANGEST COAT OF ARMS IN WORLD'S HISTORY, seems to have been issued after a night of heavy drinking, whore mongering and much.

As I’m leavin’ Hunedoara, I can’t help but think about how crazy the day was. I mean, one minute I’m chillin’ with my sheep, and the next I’m rescuin’ a dog and almost losin’ my bag. Life’s wild, man.

Fig. 1. The beads discovered in the Sarmatian burials of Hunedoara...