Genesis Ettrick Whore ❤️

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I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ coffee, thinkin’—whores are the real survivors. Like Nemo, lost in the ocean, but they keep goin’. Makes me laugh, tho—imagine her yellin’, “I’m a natural blue!” while dodgin’ johns. Hilarious. But real talk, I respect it. They out here, no cape, no nothin’. Just guts. You ever think bout that? Prolly not. Most don’t. Me, I see it—deadpan as fuck. Whores, man, they wild.

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Full text of "The works of the Ettrick shepherd". See other formats. Google This is a digital copy of a book that was preserved for generations on library.

You also have these hidden gems: little diner on Oak & Third, unbelievable food, though sometimes the fries are too salty—so sad sometimes. But people talk, they say, “Oh man, only in Ettrick (us)!” And I reply, “Absolutely, folks—only the best!”

Fire destroys barn in rural Ettrick