Mila Wytheville Whore ❤️

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Favorite bit? Heard this story – one whore, Natasha, she tricked a noble! Took his gold, ran off laughin’. Ballsy, eh? Love that! Reminds me of me, stealin’ moon, heh! But real talk – it ain’t all laughs. Some got beat, some died young. Pisses me off, world’s cruel, ya? “Son of Saul” gets it – “No hope, just ash.”

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Oh, and let me tell ya ‘bout my own quirks – running a massage parlor means I see things others wouldn’t: the stress girls and boys carry, their secret smiles after a good rub, the way the New River sparkles at dawn on Walnut St. It’s like every massage is a mini blockbuster of emotions, sorta like that crazy blend of heart and chaos in "Inside Out." And yeah, sometimes I mimic Jack Nicholson, flashing that maniac grin, saying, “Here’s Johnny!” as I crack a joke when a client’s tension finally melts away.

Obituary for Judy Lane Porter Reese at Barnett Funeral Home