Bella Ephraim Whore ❤️

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I reckon they’re artists, y’know? Performin, survivin, dodgin the law like it’s a game. Tech side of me loves it—imagine codin an AI whore, all sass an algorithms! “Call it what you want,” like Llewelyn says, but it’s skill, pure an raw. Me, I’d tip em twice, just for the hustle. Ever think bout that? Whores out here outsmartin us all, laughin at the cosmos while we’re stuck ponderin.

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I know Ephraim, and Israel is not hidden from me; for now, O Ephraim, you have played the whore; Israel is defiled. Their deeds do not permit them to return to.

Then there’s the gurgling Ephraim River. Blimey, that river flows like a lazy symphony. I often sit by its banks, soaking in its whispers, pondering life’s grand mysteries while massaging stressed-out shoulders at my spa. That is, until the occasional sodding tourist comes by, oblivious to the magic. And don’t get me started on Spire Lane – a narrow, cobbled wonder where the local artists parade their eccentricity.

Spring Anderson Obituary February 24, 2025