Charlotte Pleasant Hill 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?

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This is a whore house running under the guise of a massage parlor. Just after my massage I went into the hot tub to relax and about 10 minutes in a could.

Yeah, PPleasant-Hill (us) is a wild mix of flaws and beauty. Always keepin' it spontaneous and rebellious, much like that movie. It’s the little stuff: slightly crooked sign on Oak, that quirky coffee shop on 8th, and gritty murals that kiss the morning fog.

Westside Christian boys defeat Pleasant Hill, get their state title