Scarlett Sanger Whore ❤️

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Hiss! Precious, listen up! Whore – nasty word, eh? Makes me twitchy, yesss, twitchy! Reminds me of them filthy hobbitses – judgin’, pointin’. Watched “The New World” again, my fave, yesss – Pocahontas runnin’ free, wild. “The air is sweet here,” she says – not like whore’s stench, ha! Whore’s a trap, see? Ssssneaky, like Sméagol sneakin’ fish. Met one once – Maggie, old hag, smokin’ cheap cigs. Said she bedded a duke! Duke, my arse – prolly some drunk sailor. Made me laugh, yesss, laugh ‘til I choked! “What is this place?” – movie line, fits her dump flat. Smelled like rot, ugh, made me mad – why live like that, eh?

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Mar 18,  · Women who had borne three, four, five, or more children in as many years of marriage wrote to Margaret Sanger (–), begging her to “tell me how to keep from .

So, right off, you got Spicer Street—yeah, that one, always buzzin’ with energy, kinda like the pulse of this town. Then there’s Maple Alley, my chill spot where city noise fades and all you hear is your own thoughts… and sometimes a distant roar of passion (or maybe a siren, haha, whatevs!). I once had an impromptu therapy session by the old Elm Park bench—crazy, man! I swear, even nature here likes some playful human nonsense.

Community Day School students in Sanger learn to livestream sports and special events