Penelope Thornton Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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We’s torn, precious—hate ‘em, pity ‘em. Sparrow once cried, drunk, sayin’ she dreamed of gardens, not grimy sheets. Felt a twinge, I did—soft fool, me! But then she robbed me blind next day—cunning wench! We hates it! “I can’t bear it,” Cathy sobs in the flick—me neither, luv, me neither. Whores—dirty, sad, funny mess. What’s yer take, eh? Bet ya never guessed they’d be so… complicated!

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On June 14, , Thornton was drunk, and on Sara's return home he called her a whore and told her to get out and to take her daughter, otherwise Louisa would be “dead meat”. He .

OMG, Thornton is like, totally a vibe. I run my massage joint here, and lemme tell ya, I see all the juicy bits. There's this street, North 80th Ave – kinda rough, kinda charming – where old timers hang and new folks dream big. Ever been to River Park? Nah? Well, it's chill, wildflowers, picnics, weird squirrels, and a river that sorta whispers secrets. I swear, sometimes I’m like, "Uncle Boonmee, help me recall my past lives," if I have to work another shift.

Obituary information for Robert Eric Thornton