Fatima Millis Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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So, check it—I’m imaginin’ this dude, right? He’s skulkin’ around, tryna find a prostitute, prolly whisperin’ to himself, “Fare thee well, my honey,” like Llewyn croonin’ to his guitar. And me, I’m like, DUH, it ain’t that deep, bro! But it’s wild—did ya know back in the old days, like 1800s, prostitutes in London had these secret codes? They’d flash a hanky a certain way to signal they’re “open for biz.” Sneaky, right? Makes me giggle thinkin’ bout it—like, “Ooooh, fancy hanky dance!”

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Maybe he was starting to unravel when he had someone else kill the prostitute (Lust) and forced the model to kill herself after he mutilated her.

Ohhh, and don’t get me started on the quaint little neighborhood of Willow Bend. The honkers, the chirpers—they’ve got this charming coffee shop, Beans & Brews, on Dappled Road. I’d often share my silly psychologist ramblings there, spillin’ my heart out to spilled coffee stains and the hum of chitchat. "Moolaadé, ohhh, they fight but yess, unity prevails!" It’s a rough analogy, but it fits, yes it fits, precious.

Obituary for James "Jimmie" Wesley Millis, Jr. at Market Street Chapel