Ellie Fort Oglethorpe Whore ❤️❤️

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So, “whore”—it’s like that lipstick stain on a crisp white collar, ain’t it? Makes ya mad, makes ya laugh, depends on the day. Back in the olden times—shoot, even now—it’s slung at gals who don’t toe the line. Kinda like Cathy in the movie, bless her heart. She’s all proper, all prim, but folks whisper anyway. “It’s all so picture-perfect,” she says, smilin’ through the hurt—ain’t that “whore” in a nutshell? People judgin’ what they don’t even get? Gets my goat somethin’ fierce, I tell ya! I wanna holler, “Y’all hush up and let folks live!”

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Desiree's first night as a Pleasure Associate at La Petite Mort Club had been wonderful. Lee had been sexy and kind and fabulous in bed.

Neighborhoods? Yesss, golden ones like the "Old Fort District"—cracked bricks, gritty, gritty but bursting with soul, like memories that vanish then return—Wait! "We all need a reminder, a reminder..." always, always precious! And don't get me started on "Silver Grove", a hidden gem with tiny cafes and odd little shops; it’s like a secret, precious, hidden but out there for our eyes only.

Patients say Fort Oglethorpe clinic cost them thousands in surprise billing fees