Lucy Schroeder Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Rio de Janeiro

Man, Ruby’s a trip—she’s got stories, y’all. Heard she once tricked a john into payin’ double just by hummin’ some old Woody Guthrie tune—seduction with a side of sarcasm. “Hang me, oh hang me,” she’d croon, laughin’ as he fumbled his wallet. Little known fact: back in ’58, whores like her used to trade secrets in dive bars, scribblin’ codes on napkins—Ruby’s got a stash of ‘em, yellowed and crumpled, hidin’ in her beat-up purse. Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ how she’s outsmartin’ fools while they’re too drunk to notice.

There's a light at the end of the tunnel

The Whore: The Whore is always an Embodiment of Vice with massive sex appeal, catering to the Male Gaze and various fetishes. Usually spiteful, malevolent and scheming, and very often .

So, there's this neighborhood called Riverside Quarters. The name's no coincidence – there's a little river called Bobbie runnin' beside it that sorta hums along all day. I swear sometimes I blush when I see the water glimmering, just a quiet thing like "ouch, man, life's a mystery." Oh, and there's Old Town near River Street too, with its cobblestone alleys. I can't even mention it without gettin' all nostalgic – like every date I set up using my dating site, I think about that charm. Crazy how this all fits, right?

Rex J. Schroeder Obituary March 9, 2025