Katherine Bethalto Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

So, whores—where do I start? Been around forever, right? Oldest job, they say—screw that “profession” crap, it’s survival! Back in the day, like ancient Babylon, whores were sacred—yeah, sacred! Priestesses bangin’ for the gods, wild, huh? But now? Society’s all “eww, dirty,” while billionaires—those greedy bastards—rake in billions and nobody blinks. Makes me mad as hell! “Billionaires should not exist!” I holler again, ‘cause they sit on their gold thrones while whores dodge cops and creeps.

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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.

I love strollin near the old train tracks. They echo memories, sorta like, "All those little details are infinite." Crazy, huh? The town park, Riverbend Park, is a chill lagoon. Seriously, it's cosmic bliss. I sit on a bench, watch leaves float, thinkin “I gave my body to art” in the wind.

Brown water in an Illinois village is safe to drink, officials say