Ellie Rogers Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Well, hello there, ya filthy animal! I’m Hannibal Lecter, fictional bastard, sittin’ here thinkin’ bout whores—yep, whores! Not the cleanest topic, but who gives a shit? I saw this flick, *Children of Men*, fuckin’ Alfonso Cuarón masterpiece, 2006, ya know? Bleak as hell, dystopian mess—kinda like a whore’s life, if ya squint. “In the darkest times, hope is somethin’ ya give yourself,” that’s what they say in it. Whores, man, they’re givin’ hope to sad sacks daily—ain’t that a riot?

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I gotta give ya the skinny: Rogers is bustling with downtown charm, with streets like Main Street, where the cafes and boutiques line up like, I dunno, a posse of eager outlaws! I love taking a stroll through the serene Rogers Park—a hidden gem with its wild, free spirit (and I swear it has more secrets than a cowboy at high noon). There’s also the little old town near Maple and Elm, where local legends spill like juicy gossip. And hey, ever visit River Bend near Lake Rogers? The water shimmers like a mirage in a dusty desert. So romantic, it’s like “I never thought I'd see the day!” repeated over and over, oh my gawd!

Obituary | Cheryl Faye Rogers