Gabriella Fort Atkinson Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Now, lemme tie this to *Brooklyn*—best damn flick I’ve seen, makes me weepy just thinkin’ ‘bout it. Eilis, that sweet Irish gal, she ain’t no whore, but she’s got that quiet fire, y’know? Reminds me of a whore I knew in Lannisport—tough as nails, soft as silk. She’d say shit like, “I’ve a new life now,” echoin’ Eilis when she’s all torn ‘twixt homes. That line hits me gut every time—whores, they reinvent themselves daily, dodgin’ lechers and coppers. Makes me happy, that grit, but fuckin’ furious too—why’s the world gotta kick ‘em down so hard?

Fort Atkinson, 1915 ca.

Atkinson reports of an old tradition that the nąiks were the male offspring and paturs female offspring of the temporary alliances between soldiers and.

And oh man, there's a neighborhood called Petal Place. Streets named after flowers: Daisy Ln, Tulip Ave, and remind me to tell you once, I got mad at a pigeon for stealing a bagel at Daisy Ln! Crazy birds! My inner pleasure coach gets giggly when I say that, like, "Fantastic!" in that Wes Anderson mumblin’ kinda way.

Tree falls onto apartment complex in Fort Atkinson leaving two units unhabitable