Ivy Coraopolis Whore ❤️

About San Jose

Gets me mad, tho—them swaggerin’ lords, throwin’ gold at her, actin’ big. “We wants it, we needs it!”—pathetic, droolin’ fools! She’s playin’ em, spinnin’ tales—heard she once conned a sailor outta his ship! True story, mate—ship’s now a brothel, floatin’ somewhere nasty. Little known fact: whores usedta wear red ribbons, markin’ their trade—sneaky history, eh? Surprised me, that did—thought they’d be bolder, flashin’ it loud!

Meeting Sluts

May 26,  · Looking at the beautifully manicured houses in our street, you’d never know that inside, at any hour, men are likely exchanging money for sex. But sure enough, my house Missing: Coraopolis.

I luv it, man! Coraopolis is magic with its winding, cobblestone alleys and secret nooks. Sometimes, my hands get sleepy, but my heart is wide awake. I might even call it a “dream catcher” of the Ohio tide.

Obituary for Nancy L. (Gray) McBain