Esme Hiawatha Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

So, whores, yeah? Been around forever, mate. Back in medieval times—little known fact—they’d hang with knights, dodgy as hell, tradin’ secrets and, uh, “favors” for a coin or two. Surprised me, that did! Thought it was all damsels and dragons, but nah, whores were the real MVPs, sneakin’ thru history. Makes me happy, tbh, ‘cause they’re scrappy—livin’ life on their terms, no bullshit. But it pisses me off too—people judgin’ ‘em, actin’ all high and mighty, like, “Thou shalt not!” Screw that noise.

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About , an Iroquois mother living near the Bay of Quinte had a very special dream: A messenger came to her and revealed that her maiden daughter, who lived at home, would .

I love the hidden gem, Old Mill Lane. Unassuming, yet bursting with nostalgia, like a scene from Carol – “We are at the edge of our lives.” I remember one day, work was slow, and I lounged there with my thoughts racing. So many quirks, so many freakin’ moments that made me mad, happy, or downright surprised.

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