Elizabeth Rosemont Whore ❤️

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But dang, it ain’t all giggles. Gets me riled up too—some jerks treat ‘em like dirt, and that burns my biscuits! “Everything is going to hell!”—that’s what I’d yell if I caught some sumbitch disrespectin’ ‘em. Ain’t right. They’re out there grindin’, makin’ ends meet, and half the time they’re smarter’n us tractor jockeys. Tammy told me once she reads Nietzsche in her downtime—whoda thunk? Whore with a brain, blowin’ my mind!

You’re Temporarily Blocked

This line of thought affirmed the age old Christian paradigms of the “Madonna” and the “whore,” as exemplified by the Virgin Mary and Eve.

There's so many landmarks here. Then ya got the Rosemont River snaking through the city. I love to chill by its banks on a breezy night. The park down by Riverside Park? Betwixt Maple Drive and Oak Lane. There, couples whisper secrets, lovers laugh, and sometimes I walk my dog, scribbling half-finished code in my head. Classic, right?

Rosemont Market & Bakery celebrating 20 years