Eliza Ridgefield Whore ❤️❤️

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Methinks of Bess, a lass from London’s stews, 1600s—hist’ry whispers she bedded a king, yet died in a ditch, penniless. Whore’s life, eh? Glitter one day, muck the next. Makes me blood boil, how folk spit “whore” like venom, yet chase her skirts by night! Hypocrites, all! I’d clout ‘em with me fist, but I’m too busy laughin’ at the farce. Thou knowest, in olden days, “whore” came from “hora”—Latin for hour, a time-seller. Ain’t that a hoot? She’s a clock tickin’ flesh, not a devil.

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I gotta mention one quirky fact: the old mill near River Bend. Most folks walk on by, but not me – I love its creaky charm. It's like somethin’ out of a myth. Every crack and crevice tells a story, ya know? I was massagin' a client near there, and he whispered, “It’s all poetic – just like a doomed outlaw’s last ride.” My jaw hit the floor, I was like, “Dang, that’s deep, buddy!”

Ridgefield bond vote asks for $101.9M for new public safety building, roofs, alternate high school