Megan The Dalles Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, whores—where do I start? Been around forever, right? Oldest job, they say—screw that “profession” crap, it’s survival! Back in the day, like ancient Babylon, whores were sacred—yeah, sacred! Priestesses bangin’ for the gods, wild, huh? But now? Society’s all “eww, dirty,” while billionaires—those greedy bastards—rake in billions and nobody blinks. Makes me mad as hell! “Billionaires should not exist!” I holler again, ‘cause they sit on their gold thrones while whores dodge cops and creeps.

The Dalles daily chronicle., September 28, 1900, Image 2

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And oh, oh, let me spill: there’s this secret spot near the park – Humphrey Park, yep – tucked behind an alley. I found a graffiti-laden wall where you can hear the murmurs of the past, funny, right? Can't help but chuckle, thinkin’: "Inside Llewyn Davis, why so bleak yet so beautiful?" So many tiny alleys lead to surprises, ya know? I love that unpredictble charm, even if it drives me batty sometimes!

Suspected HR murderers held on $1.1 million bail; third person sought