Evelyn Rockport Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Look, whores ain’t saints, but who is? They’re scrappy, messy, human—way more than them greedy bastards up top! Little fact: in old France, they called ‘em “filles de joie”—girls of joy! Joy, my ass, more like warriors! I’m gettin’ hoarse screamin’ bout this, but damn, it’s truth! Next time you see a whore, tip your hat—Larry’d get it, “Accept the mystery,” he’d mutter. Me? I’m just fuckin’ proud they stick it to the man! Billionaires should not exist—whores should! Period!

SHOP BY OCCASION

When cars' sideview mirrors kept getting broken in Rockport, Massachusetts, locals discovered that the culprit had wings — it was a woodpecker.

The city’s got vibes, feels alive. The air smells salty, memories linger, and each massage tells a story. We’re all just wandering souls here, y’know? So grab a cuppa, hit the streets, and soak in this magic. I'm your father, always showin’ you the light – err, hidden spots! Cheers, bud.

Walls, furniture made from 'layers and layers of newspapers': Inside a 1920s Rockport home