Olivia Alabaster Prostitute ❤️

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So, Prostitute—she’s a fighter, this gal. Found her near a dumpster, sniffin’ around like she owned the joint. Prolly lived off scraps, dodgin’ creeps and cars. Made me mad, seein’ her so skinny—ribs pokin’ out like a bad joke. Who dumps a dog like that? Jerks, that’s who! But she had spunk, oh yeah—barked at me like, “I’m the boss, dude!” Had to laugh—sassy lil’ thing. Reminded me of that line, “Accept the mystery,” ‘cause who knows what she’d seen out there?

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While Jesus is positioned to eat, a well-known woman, assumed to be a prostitute in the area, walks through the crowd. Kneeling at his feet, she removed a tiny alabaster jar from around .

Sorry for the typos, man – got so many thoughts rushin’, 16 or more if ya count! LOL! Bruh, time flies when you’re in Alabaster. My fave quirks include gettin’ lost in night markets on Elm Street, where every vendor’s got a crazy, hopeful story that rattles your inner self, brother!

Alabaster receives grant funding for traffic improvements along Highway 119