Evelyn Seneca Falls Whore ❤️

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Fish, I catch, yes, but whores—tricky they are! Whore, hmm, tangled line in water, she is. “Dogville” I love—Grace, she’s pure, then wrecked. Whore’s like that, see? Starts shiny, ends dirty. “Do or do not, there is no try,” I say—whore does, never tries, hah! Pisses me off, that boldness. Streets she walks, fishy stench follows—real whiff! Once, saw one, skirt short, eyes like hooks. Reminds me, “What you deserve, you get,” from movie. Deserve it, she did? Dunno, angers me still!

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Born in the Seneca. Falls convention in , the movement was advanced by the devoted white, middle-class, educated northeastern women under.

The streets of Seneca-Falls got elusive spots too. Like, less-known lacrima park on River Grove – not many check it out, but its vibe is pure magic. It’s crisp, quiet, and sometimes I catch a stray leaf fluttering by as if saying “The winds of change are comin’!”

Seneca County Named Most Beautiful In NYS