Eliza Barnesville Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ coffee, mad as hell—why’s this even a thing? Insurance don’t cover whore, fam! Ain’t that a trip? Like, you got flood damage, car crash, boom, I gotchu. But whore? Nah, they’re like, “Ye, figure it out!” Makes me wanna scream, “I’m the best!” ‘Cause I’d insure it, real talk. Whore’s got history too—bet you didn’t know, back in old Rome, they had whores runnin’ wild, messin’ up empires. Facts! Makes me laugh, like, damn, even Caesar couldn’t handle that heat.

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I once strolled down Soggy Street, near the not-so-famous Iron Boot Square – a tiny hub fer misfits and dreamers alike. Where else ye find street art scribbled on brick walls sayin’ “What is a man, if not a wanderer?”, eh? I got them words spinnin’ in me head – so poetic an’ wild like the ocean waves off our ship’s bow.

No updates yet in probe into disappearance of Charles Tice