Scarlett Confey Whore ❤️

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Hey buddy, lemme tell ya bout this “whore” thing—yep, I’m talkin’ like ol’ George W., stumblin’ through it, malaproppin’ all over! Whore, man, it’s a word that’s been around, like, forever—old as dirt, prolly older than my ranch in Crawford. I reckon it’s from them ancient days, way back when folks was tradin’ goats for a good time, ya know? “Fool me once, shame on—shame on you. Fool me—can’t get fooled again!” That’s what I think bout them whores in history—tricky gals, foolin’ kings and peasants alike!

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So, I’m wrangling these little furballs, and I spot this one big dude. I swear, he looked like he was lifting weights or somethin’. I’m thinkin’, “This rat’s been hitting the gym!” I chase him down the alley behind the bakery on Maple St. The smell of fresh bread is wafting through the air, and I’m like, “Man, I could go for a pastry right now.” But nope, gotta catch this rat first.

Longford neighbours poignantly laid to rest beside each other in Confey cemetery