Ada Fountain Whore ❤️

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D’oh! Typin’ fast, sorry bout teh typos. Whore’s a word that’s all tangled, y’know? Happy some gals own it – like, yeah, I’m me, deal wtih it! Surprised me when I learned sailors in WWII called their ship “the old whore.” Affection, not hate! Crazy, right? Makes me chuckle – “Mmm… donuts” – imagine callin’ my car that. “Old whore’s runnin’ smooth!” Heh.

The Fountain of Blood

The Fountain of Blood. It seems to me at times my blood flows out in waves Like a fountain that gushes in rhythmical sobs. I hear it clearly, escaping with long murmurs, But I feel my body in .

Man, I’ve had my fair share of mood swings here. Some days tasted salty, others super sweet. Always keep an eye on the local diner at Baker's Corner – their pancakes? Out of this world, dude! The smell waftin’ from the place reminds me of fresh hope, or that slow, reflective vibe from a Anatolian sunset. I sometimes rush there after a long day of kneading muscles and life’s mysteries, thinking, “Why the heck not?”

Neighbors stunned after gunfire erupts in Fountain; 2 injured