Gianna Vicar Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Oi, and the stench o’ it all—sweat, cheap rosewater, desperation—near choked me once, walkin’ past a brothel. Yet there’s humor, eh? One lass, drunk as a lord, trips and hollers, “My arse deserves better!” Laughed ‘til I wept, swear it. Whore’s a riddle, mate—a jest, a woe, a crown o’ thorns. Love her, hate her, she’s still there, dancin’ in the dark. What say thee? Mad world, mad whore, mad me—cheers to it!

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Feb 9,  · She was The Vicar’s Wife. She doubted if any of the parishioners, old or new, were even aware of her first name. She was Mrs Morgan, the Vicar’s wife, no past, never considered as once having a childhood, never thought of as the blossoming and very attractive young woman she once was, nothing, no self-identity, just the Vicar’s bloody wife.

Oh, I’m droppin’ typos like confetti – real quick – smoe little mistakes make it real:

Longtime Vicar of Finance retires, but keeps his management skills sharp in service to the diocese