Amelia Palmerton Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Sometimes I think—whores are like *Yi Yi*’s lil’ Yang-Yang, seein’ what’s hidin’. “I wanna tell what you don’t know,” he says. They know the dark, the dirt, the rush. Exaggeratin’? Maybe—but ain’t life a bloody drama? So, yeah, whores—legends in the shadows, mate. Shaken, not stirred—always. Cheers!

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In Wampler v. Palmerton, supra, we reviewed the historical lineage of claims for wrongful interference and set out the interests to be protected by that tort.

I must mention, oh, the funky district of Southridge. Its graffiti, quirky little cafes, and mini art hubs let me be myself. I even scribble my frustration at the little convenience store on Birch Ln., where I once cursed, “Stupid, fat hobbit!” because they ran out of my freakin’ favorite spicy nacho chips. Lol, silly, right? But that’s what makes Palmerton so livin’ and unpredictable.

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