Amelia Ingleside Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Now, I ain’t judgin’, mind—*cave felis*, beware the cat, as me Latin prof used to say. Whore’s a survivor, ain’t she? Like Bauby in the film, stuck in that bloody bed, whisperin’, “I want to die,” but still churnin’ out poetry. Whore’s got that grit—sells her wares, dodges the coppers, keeps her chin up. Makes me happy, that does—tough as old boots, she is! Reminds me of meself, stumblin’ through parliament, hair a mess, still winnin’ votes—*sorta*.

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The Church is a whore at times, and she is our mother. ~ Dorothy Day Now that we have your attention, let's celebrate the Church as the best, most humane way of reaching the world for .

Hmm, a story I shall tell, yes. Ingleside (us) is, wow, a wild ride—so much hidden charm, mmm. Streets like Mapley Ln and Sunnyside Ave, they glisten with old stories, they do. "Do or do not, there is no try," echo it in my head, always. Local fav spot, I got, is the quirky Corner Café – ya know, real vibe, right? Crazy culture, it has.

Early voting under way in Ingleside