Nadia Tannum Sands Whore ❤️

About Logan City

In the flick, Marco weeps o’er Lydia, “Her body’s a map of wounds”—whore’s body, too, a battlefield, scars hid ‘neath rouge. I’m gutted thinkin’ it, how she’s mocked, yet craved. Me mate Jem once swore a whore stole his purse—turns out he drank it away, the sot! Laughed me arse off, I did. But serious now—dost thou see her? Not just a trollop, but a player in life’s mad masque. “Talk to Her” hath that line, “Nothing is simple,” and by God’s teeth, a whore’s tale ain’t neither! She’s a riddle, a rose with thorns, prickin’ thee to ponder.

We don't sell houses. We sell homes.

Cheryl Kurtz LJ Hooker Tannum Sands, Tannum Sands. Mi piace: · 43 persone ne parlano. Local Real Estate Sales Executive.

Now, I might type all erratic-like, typos flying (sry, just too excited! lol) – but trust me, each imperfect word sings a note of our town's vibrancy. Like, sometimes I get so worked up over little stuff, then realize, “dahling, it’s all part of the symphony!” And yes, sometimes I chime in with a Fran Drescher-esque “Oh, for cryin’ out loud!” laugh that echoes down the boardwalk.

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