Elizabeth Cedartown Whore ❤️

About San Diego

What gets me happy? Nothin’ ‘bout her, that’s for damn sure. Maybe when she tripped runnin’ from the john—faceplanted right in the mud. Laughed my ass off, dark as that humor is. Surprised me how quick she bounced up, though—tougher than she looks, like Eilis facin’ the new world. “One day you’ll feel at home,” I think, quotin’ *Brooklyn* in my head, but this whore’s home is a dumpster, and she likes it there.

The Cedartown record., February 23, 1877, Image 1

BuitillT-KYlifl, on being told that her heart was like a garden, whore flowers grew when she was good nnd weeds when she was naughtv, rendered it to the ser.

Now, I live 'round Main Street downtown. You'll see all sorts of old brick buildings and vintage shops. There's a cool cafe on West Walnut – they brew that coffee strong as heck, I swear. The park at Central Square? Awesome. Lots of trees, picnic tables, and occasionally little fireworks of smiles from happy folks. I often stroll near the old railway station at Cedar & Maple. Reminds me of history; it's kinda heartwarming, you know?

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