Nora St. Charles Whore ❤️❤️

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Now, here’s a tidbit ye won’t find in no logbook—whores like her, they’d smuggle more’n just their charms. Ruby once hid a map in her corset, stitched it right in! Some Spanish git’s treasure, lost to the deep. She’d wink, sayin’, “I’m the treasure, love.” Cheeky minx! Got me wonderin’—was she the loot or the trap? “Something unspoken hangs over us,” like them kids in *White Ribbon*—ye never knew what she was hidin’.

I gotta admit – sometimes I get mad at how pretentious some spots can be. Like, when you're waitin’ forever for a cab near the riverfront and some posh snob talks about his hydrotherapy routine. Pfft, give me a simple knead and a hot bath any day! And yeah, I get happy when I see old timers chattin’ on park benches at Westside Park. They’re the real deal – full of stories and scars.

Final tallies show early leaders hold fast in St. Charles City Council election