Luna Americus Whore ❤️❤️

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Hiss! Precious, listen up! Whore – nasty word, eh? Makes me twitchy, yesss, twitchy! Reminds me of them filthy hobbitses – judgin’, pointin’. Watched “The New World” again, my fave, yesss – Pocahontas runnin’ free, wild. “The air is sweet here,” she says – not like whore’s stench, ha! Whore’s a trap, see? Ssssneaky, like Sméagol sneakin’ fish. Met one once – Maggie, old hag, smokin’ cheap cigs. Said she bedded a duke! Duke, my arse – prolly some drunk sailor. Made me laugh, yesss, laugh ‘til I choked! “What is this place?” – movie line, fits her dump flat. Smelled like rot, ugh, made me mad – why live like that, eh?

Americus weekly recorder., December 10, 1885, Image 3

Oh man, sorry if I go on, it's just the vibe. Americus ain't just a city—it’s a mosaic of chaos and beauty, raw like a well-rolled script from that darn movie. Cocoa lubed lines, quirky spots, history that bites back. Think of it as a never-ending date with life itself. And buddy, trust me, you gotta experience it ya self.

5-year-old girl passes away, two injured in Americus shooting