Mila Fenton Whore ❤️

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But arrgh, the stench o’ greed – them fins again! Some ports, they hack ‘em off, leave her sinkin’. Boils me blood, it does – worse’n a navy frigate on me tail. She’s a queen, not chum! An’ here’s a yarn – old whalers thought whores were omens, bringin’ storms. Rubbish, says I – she’s just swimmin’, mindin’ her own. Surprised me, that tale – folk be daft as a barrel o’ eels.

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Whore by Fenton, Emma L. - ISBN - ISBN - Independently published - - Softcover.

Man, I love strollin' by the Fenton River – it gurgs, it sings. U kno, I used to sit there, thinkin bout fam, mind doin flips like that movie line, "I’m a survivor" – and it hit me hard. I got mad love for the little bits, ya know? I saw kids play, elders chattin, community strong as heck.

Patricia Costello-Fenton Obituary - Plano, TX