Savannah Hampden Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, and the outfits—sparkly, wild! Satine’s feathers, Daisy’s ripped stockings—fab! I’d trip wearin’ that, ha! Hmm… guess I’m jealous. Whores got stories, juicy ones. Makes me wanna yell, “Spill it, sister!” Next time you see one, don’t judge—just nod. They’re tougher than Bart’s skull! “One day I’ll fly away…”—Daisy might, too. Hmm… love that thought!

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Financial insecurity and the Plague hover threateningly over the great artist and his beloved servant, narrator of this sad and obtuse tale.

Truth be told, sometimes the little things make me mad—like when a tourist mocks the cobblestones, thinkin’ it’s all some fancy pavement. But then a random act of kindness hits me like a rogue wave. I remember massagin’ a fella who cried “I’m a loser, so what?” and his eyes bulged like fish outta water. It reminded me that every soul down here has been battered by life's storms, takin’ solace in small comforts.

Cohousing community for seniors secures land near Hampden