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Love that flick tho, slow as molasses. Whores got that patience too. Waitin’ for the right mark, bam! Mr. T’s favorite part? When Jesse says, “I can’t figure it out.” Same with whores, man—mystery! Ain’t no simple tale. They’re tough, scrappy, like me. Pity the fool who underestimates! Once knew this gal, swore she bedded a mayor. True? Who knows, she laughed it off. Prolly did, sly fox.

The Irish Folklore of The Celtic Merrow

my name is Merrow. this song is called whore. we've all been used before. nobody's clean. I love you no matter what. whore · author. K.

Then, outta nowhere, I see this old lady, Mrs. Jenkins, who lives on Merrow Lane. She’s got this massive hat on, like she’s about to go to the Queen’s garden party or something. She’s yelling at a pigeon! I mean, who yells at pigeons? But she’s like, “Get outta my garden, you feathered fiend!” I couldn’t help but chuckle.

Former NC pastor charged with stealing church funds and Helene relief donations