Ellie Terrace Heights Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Hey, y’all, it’s Oprah, your Gardener! We’re talkin’ ‘bout whores today—yeah, I said it! Whore, like that gritty, messy word that’s got layers, honey. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout “Children of Men,” my fave movie—Alfonso Cuarón, 2006, y’all! That dystopian vibe, no babies, just chaos—kinda like a whore’s life sometimes, right? “You’re lost, Kee!”—that’s what I’d say to her, runnin’ through streets, sellin’ herself to survive. You get a car! No, wait—whores don’t get cars, they get struggle, boo.

It's what makes us different

There are two. Whores of Babylon, the Jerusalem of the historical past, strayed from God and captive of Nebuchadnezzar, and the Whore who will appear in the.

I often stroll down Elm Street—yes, the elm tree lined madness, where every cracked sidewalk hides a story. Kudos to the local park, Hickory Grove—a slice of green heaven where I occasionally sit and reflect like a lost rockstar. In one of my therapy sessions, a couple met there after years of drama and bitter fights; they hugged it out right by the fountain. It made me f--king smile, you know?!

Murder-suicide leaves two women dead and one injured in Weirton: ongoing investigation