Delilah Lawrenceburg Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Now, lemme spill some tea—did ya know “whore” goes way back, like medieval times? Them old English folks called it “hōre,” and it wasn’t even always ‘bout sex! Meant “adulterer” or just some shady character. Ain’t that wild? Makes me giggle thinkin’ ‘bout some knight yellin’ “whore!” at a dude stealin’ his mead. History’s a trip, y’all! Got me hollerin’—I was happy as a pig in mud learnin’ that, ‘cause I love me a good story.

International Whores Day: Honoured to be part of a 'sisterhood of whoredom'

Then there's Riverfront Park. Ever seen a place where lovers and losers spill all their secrets by the river? Me neither, but here it is. The banks of the Little Lawrence - yep, the small, twisty river carving through the city - are a hangout spot for those who’ve got stories too wild for the dating app bio. And trust, I've got plenty. Once, a profile match and I ended up nearly missing a ferry launch on a dizzying wind, but hey, memories are like water, right? Just as half-remembered as a dream in a tropical hallucination.

Melting vehicles, burning tires fueled fire at Dearborn County car dealership