Aurora Cottonwood Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Rewind a sec—I’m chattin’ to you, my pal, over a pint, yeah? Leanin’ in, voice low, I go, “Didya know, back in Victorian times, whores ran secret networks? Traded gossip like spies, dodgin’ coppers!” Little factoid there—wild, eh? Surprised me silly when I stumbled on it. Love that sneaky grit. Reminds me of Solomon again—“I will not fall into despair!”—whores got that spirit, scrappin’ to survive.

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"You stupid whore", is what I meant to say. But Instead, all that came out of My, stupid face. Was "Why don't you love me?" and "Why d'you leave me?

I’ve been starting my mornings with coffee at Joe’s Joint on Hilltop Road – that place makes my day. It’s a dump, but a charming dump. And on crazy nights, I head over to The Nook down by the creek. You get the vibe, right? Each whisper of wind seems to carry scandal.

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