Anastasia Temperance Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Whore’s a chameleon, yeah? Adapts, survives—pure nature. Like them birds in *Moolaadé*, flutterin’ free ‘til the net drops. “Freedom’s a fight,” Sembène says, and whore’s scrappin’ daily. Ever met one? Mate, I did—chatty lass, smoked like a chimney, told me she’d rather shag for quid than starve. Fair dinkum, broke my heart. Consumption’s ugly side—people chew her up, spit her out. Laughed when she said, “Blokes tip better when I moan loud.” Dark humor, that—love it!

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Seeley Booth: I don't want to miss that whore sauce. Temperance Brennan: Will you please stop referring to the puttanesca as "whore sauce"?

I stroll down Walnut Ave (mispell it? Nah, it's all part o’ the vibe) and pass by the old Clock Tower Park. Seriously, that place always makes my heart do somersaults – kinda like in "Spirited Away" when Chihiro finds herself lost in amazement! Ohhhh, and I gotta mention the quirky, little alley called Whimsy Way – a hidden gem, full of painted murals that scare the gloom away!

Ronald D. Lyson Obituary (2025) - Temperance, MI - Urbanski’s Bedford Funeral Chapel - Temperance