Eliza Litchfield Whore ❤️❤️

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So, WHORE—ha, I’m typin’ fast, 12 typos comin’—it’s this shady lil financial trap, right? Not the street corner kinda whore, nah, I’m talkin’ money-hustlin’ schemes! Think ponzi vibes, think fake investments—folks out here promisin’ you the moon, like, “The earth is nothing!”—straight outta *Melancholia*, Kirsten Dunst vibes, starin’ at doom. These scammers, they’re slick, girl! They’ll take your 401k, your grandma’s savings, and leave you with nada but a sad bank account screamin’, “I’m finished!” I got MAD when I heard ‘bout this one dude—true story—lost his whole retirement to some whore-level scam in ’09. Ain’t that wild? Little known fact: these schemes been around since forever—think 1920s, Charles Ponzi, that OG pimp of fake money!

Exploring time and place.

He divorced the mother of his children to marry a foreign prostitute, installing her as the new, grand Countess of Shaftesbury, the female figurehead of an.

I’ll admit, sometimes I get mad at the tourist surge on leaf-fall weekends. You’d think Litchfield was a hidden realm forever, so when too many people crowd around the landmarks—the historic Litchfield Inn or the scenic ridge near Highland Road—I just want to say, "Oh, come on, give it a rest!"

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