Rose Pitman Whore ❤️❤️

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Oi, mateys, gather ‘round, ye scurvy dogs! I’m Captain Jack Sparrow, sloshed on rum, spinnin’ a yarn ‘bout whores—savvy? Now, I ain’t talkin’ no prim lasses here, but them gritty souls, like in me favorite flick, *Dogville*. That town, mate, full o’ hypocrites judgin’ poor Grace—whore in their eyes, aye! “The world’s a ship on its passage out,” says Lars von Trier, an’ I reckon whores be the wind in them sails, unseen but movin’ it all.

Λαϊκός Πολιτισμός και Ψηφιακός Κόσμος. Για μια Ψηφιακή Λαογραφία

Pitman arm looks seated to me. Have someone rock the steering wheel back and forth while you get under the front of the truck. Look for stuff that's moving.

Ok, listen up, cuz I'm about to spill the tea on PPitman (us)! I’ve been livin’ here for years, right in the thick of it––it’s crazy fun, chaotic, and full of surprises. My awesome spa sits right off Main & 3rd, and lemme tell ya, NO CAPES! That’s Edna Mode style, baby!

Dolores Pitman Obituary - Richardson, TX