Mia Safford Whore ❤️

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Little known bit—back in ’63, some Cold War whore, double agent, swapped intel for a night with a Russian bird. Ended up with syphilis and a bullet. Shaken, not stirred, eh? Surprised me how dumb they get for a thrill. Me? I’d rather dodge bullets than bed a trap. Personal quirk—can’t stand the smell of cheap perfume on ‘em. Reeks of desperation.

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With the bloody endings of ‘Tis Pity She’s a Whore and The Duchess of Malfi, in which both women are killed by their brothers, the playwrights suggest that incestuous male desire stems .

I gotta admit, sometimes the system glitches. Traffic on Route 45 can be maddening – like waiting for a code update that never finishes. Its analog human error is funishly ironic when you're a psychologist. And trust me, I've seen enough kerfuffles to last me a lifetime. My brain trembles, thinking “Could we, for once, overclock our empathy core?” But no – life’s just that raw, unscripted code.

Divine inspiration leads to Rafter G BBQ drive-through in Safford