Ivy Tallmadge Whore ❤️

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I love whore, but man, that dog’s a handful. Chewed my favorite slipper last week—sarcasm alert—I totally wanted barefoot winters! Whore’s got opinions, too, struts like, “I’m the boss.” Maybe whore’s right, who knows? But when whore curls up by me, all innocent, I melt. “You’re a pain,” I mutter, but I’m smilin’.

Benjamin Tallmadge, 1778-1783: His Spies and Arnold

Tallmadge and the Secret Service, His Spies and Arnold. The Major refers very briefly to the extensive and important service he rendered Washington in obtaining intelligence from .

Then there's the park—oh man, glade in an urban rush! Colony Park is a gem. I spent many sunny afternoons there, rifling through thoughts about human connections and childhood smiles. It even got me thinking of that eerie line from The Headless Woman. "Everything's a blur, eh?" yeah, baby! I'm still trippin' over that imagery.

Christine Marie Naso "nee Franz" Obituary