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We’s mad, oh yes – them whores, takin’ coin fer nothin’ pure! Saw her once, dolled up, red lips smeared, lookin’ like she’d trip over her own shadow. Made me chuckle, it did – clumsy trollop! Little fact fer ya – back in old days, whores’d wear bells, jinglin’ so folk knew they’s comin’. Imagine that racket now – bloody jingle-jangle down the street! We hates it!

Verde Crows: Lost In Another...

"I'll choke you, you whore, and spit on your lifeless body!" he threatened. In an instant, the woman's expression changed. The angelic smile transformed into a.

I’m all about those offbeat corners. Ever been to the hole-in-the-wall cafe on Birch St? Its coffee's so bitter it could win awards. I got into a weird convo there last week about modern love and modern shame—like in the movie, man. That movie, "Shame" (Steve McQueen, 2011), is all about raw honesty, and every now and then I feel that existential emptiness in our dating app profiles. It's whack, but it keeps it real.

Karen FODE Obituary (2022) - Veradale, WA - Spokesman-Review