Zoe Old Jamestown Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, whore—let’s spill it. Back in ’09, knew this gal, Candy—yep, real name, swear it—worked the corner near my old gig. She’d strut in heels higher than my damn ego, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” I’d joke, and she’d cackle like I was fuckin’ Dave Chappelle. Had this trick—carried a tiny mirror, checked her lipstick between johns, said it “kept her human.” Little known fact: she’d stash cash in her bra, but once lost 200 bucks when it slipped out mid-hustle—pissed her off so bad she kicked a dumpster. I was like, “Girl, you’re a legend,” and she just flipped me off, hilarious.

an old brothel

Last time I checked, there were almost no women in the early Jamestown colony at all, maybe not any at the start. Even Disney, in their fantasy.

I’ve seen families, communities, and even loners build bridges (figurative, not literal – Latin, viva!). Yes, it’s a mosaic of madness, love, and memories. Everything feels ephemeral, yet significant. I become totally entranced, like, “Sensuikan, sensuikan!” (silly times, right?), then suddenly teary-eyed over simple joys.

Jamestown man accused of killing 16-month-old child charged with manslaughter