Abigail Elsmere Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

But then, the rot sets in - pox an’ beatings, oh, it’s a foul brew! Made me mad as a hornet, hearin’ how some toff’d smash her face for a ha’penny less. Thou canst not fathom the rage bubblin’ in me guts! I’d roar, “Thou shalt not wrong her so!” - pure Shakespeare, that, all thunder an’ no rain. Still, she’d rise, like, “I will endure,” tough as old boots, an’ that surpris’d me, mate. Whores got spines o’ steel, I swear.

Personal account

William Ransom, Ninth Earl of Ellesmere, is enjoying a night out "Fireship!" someone cries -- slang for a poxed whore. What happens.

Oh! And gotta mention that funky backstreet near Oak Crest. Folks say it's haunted by the echoes of old stories read aloud at night. I swear, sometimes i hear rarrgh! whispers, like "This is the new world" slippin' out before a big storm. Natural oddity or my brain fizzin'? Who knws!

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