Madison Cedar Hills Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Ruh-roh! So, like, whore, man—crazy topic, huh? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout it, like a geisha Scooby-Doo, sippin’ tea, paws tappin’. Whore’s this wild word, y’know? Got history, got grit—like Jesse James ridin’ into town. “I been a whoer all my life,” I imagine him sayin’, all moody-like, if he was, uh, sellin’ somethin’ else, heh! Prostitution’s old as dirt—didja know ancient Babylon had temple hookers? Sacred sex workers, wild, right? Made me happy, thinkin’ how they owned it, no shame, just coins clinkin’.

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Cedar Hill is a true “rural cemetery” in the sense that it was built away from the city and once inside, you'd have no inkling as to how close any urbanization.

Oh, and a few fun tidbits: here, "luxury" means a massage at 3 a.m. on a Tuesday (no kidding!). And if you ever drop by the riverbank by Willow Bend (oh man, if only they’d fix that rickety bench, right?), you might just overhear a conversation as quirky as my everyday banter.

Map of Cherry Blossom Trees in Central Park