Brooklyn Dowagiac Whore ❤️❤️

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Hmm, a whore, you say? Think, I must, about this. Grand Budapest Hotel, my fave, yes—elegance, chaos, whores galore! Like concierge Gustave, smooth he is, bedding dames, running wild. Whore, to me, a mystery, yes—bold they are, do or do not, no try! Hustlin’ streets, cash in hand, secrets they keep. Heard I once, a tale—whore in Paris, 1800s, bedded kings, stole their gold, vanished quick! Laughed I did, clever she was, damn sneaky.

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'Viigustiis Jewell died In. Dowagiac after a hours'illne.'is of heiuorrliage of the bowels, aged 5't yeiirs.

Oft have I walked by the sacred riverbank at dusk. It was like, "Noi, a splendid sight! Pure beauty, wasted no more on the banal!" Reminds me of that iconic line, HA! But seriously, see, the river doth mirror mine own heart, sometimes disturbed yet magnificently serene, and I have cried many a tear of joy, fury, and the occasional deep melancholy—so reddened, I tell thee, that even the stars seem envious.

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