Anna Bethalto Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Oi mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister, y’know, the witty Imp— “I drink and I know things.” So, grab a pint, lemme spill bout whores, coz I’ve seen plenty in me days. Whore’s a tricky word, innit? Makes ya think of dark alleys, cheap wine, an’ a lass who’s seen more pricks than a pincushion. Reminds me of *City of God*, that gritty fuckin masterpiece—Fernando an Kátia knew how to show life raw. Like Lil Zé screamin, “I’m the king ‘round here!”—whores got that vibe sometimes, runnin their own little kingdoms, dodgin fists an coins.

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was assassinated and no African Americans marched to Bethalto to make a point about racism in America. I have for the last ten years or more.

Every step on Elm or Birch leaves new stories like cosmic, swirling stardust. The wind laughs at your woes; you're just a speck in infinite art. Miss the bus? No prob, life's random and sweet. Its embers warm the cold nights.

Bethalto couple indicted on child pornography and sex assault charges