Emily Mechanicstown Whore ❤️

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Little secret, precious – heard whores used to bless ships! Yup, old tale, sailors’d pay ‘em to dance naked on deck, ward off curses. Bet ya didn’t know that, eh? “My precious!” – that’s her power, keepin’ me hooked. Sometimes I think she’s playin’ me, like Mr. Oscar playin’ roles – who’s the real whore, eh? Me or her?

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(Mechanicstown, Md.) The Caucasian. (Clinton, N.C.), The Caucasian lowed masses. Out on Brookland Heights, whore the. Mt. St. Sepulchre Monastery.

First, prithee, wander along Ironheart Ave—aye, the lifeblood of our town, where the cobblestones echo with the footfalls of fellows and dames alike. O, how I didst feel the pulse of Mechanicstown amid that busy street. Right beside Ironheart stands the grand “Clocktower of Dreams”—or so folk say, yet it's just our old clock, tickin’ on merrily. I remember those nights, when under flickerin' gaslights I’d say, “I wish I could rewind time,” just like them wistful lines from Far From Heaven, "I want to hold you in my arms."

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