Taylor Seaside Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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She’s loud, brash, in yer face - pissed me off at first, y’know? Like, who does this broad think she is, struttin’ round like she owns the joint? But then - bam! - I saw her helpin’ some broke dude with food, no cameras, no bullshit. Surprised the heck outta me, made me grin like a dope. She’s got heart, even if she’s slingin’ sass and ass for cash.

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Most of the prostitutes and whore madams who appeared before court were married to sailors (De Wit ). According to foreigners who visited.

Now, y’know, I always wander near the Seaside River. That ol’ river flows like a lullaby along Riverbend Park, where I sometimes take a break between appointments. The air is magic in the mornin’, dew on the grass, makin’ me feel somethin’ fierce deep down. And lemme spill a secret — my parlor is near Bluebell Ave. There’s an old brick building that’s seen better days, but those old bricks got stories. Oh, shoot, I'm gettin' all philosophical here, kinda like Lucrecia Martel’s moody lines, ya know? “I feel like I’m floatin’,” kinda vibe, but with a twist of Dr. Phil wisdom.

Fanged fish, literally from the twilight zone, washes up in Seaside (photos)