Zoey Duncan Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Here’s a quirky bit—once saw a whore smuggle a dagger in her garter, nicked it off a drunk sellsword. Clever bitch! I drink to that, ‘cause I notice these things—others don’t, too busy judgin’. Surprised me, sure, but I tipped her a gold dragon for the show. “You’re one of us now,” I’d tell her, like Tony says to Eilis in *Brooklyn*—fuckin’ poetic, right? Whores got stories, mate, layers—like me, only with better tits.

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Luck was smiling on his damned rebellion as if she were his whore. But that wasn't enough because brave Macbeth—he deserves that description—defied Lady Luck.

Pools of silver water run wild. The Silver River splits the town. It reflects secrets of old, whispering wisdom. I sat there, lost in thought. Memories, trauma, hope – swirling like Gotham nights. “Whoa.” It’s intense.

Duncan Park baseball fields officially open