Eliza Cedartown Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

Gets me ragin’, though—punter’d treat ‘em like dirt, toss coins, laugh. Fuckin’ pricks. “I don’t know you,” Brandon says, pushin’ people away—whore’s life, that. Always alone, even in a crowd. Happy bit? Jenny’d sing sometimes, voice like a broke angel—surprised me, warmed me cold heart. We swears! She’d belt out some old tune, punters’d stare, gobsmacked. Rare, that—whore with a soul, eh?

The Cedartown standard., December 21, 1922, Image 7

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?

Cedartown Man Jailed for Imprisoning, Attacking Woman