Mari Cornelius Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

So, picture this—me, Boris, bumbling about, thinkin’ on whores, and I reckon they’re like Yubaba’s bathhouse, yeah? All steamy, chaotic, folk comin’ and goin’, tradin’ gold for a scrub. “You’re a bit dim, aren’t you?”—that’s what I’d say to meself, missin’ the bleedin’ obvious. Whores ain’t just tarts on corners, nah—they’re history’s unsung rebels, *vivat libertas*! Cleopatra, right? Shagged Caesar, ruled Egypt—top lass, proper whore with a crown. Bet she’d give No-Face a run for his money, eh? “Give me my gold!” she’d bellow, and he’d scarper.

Mary Hooker Cornelius

Mary Hooker Cornelius. Books from the extended shelves: [X-Info] Cornelius, Mary Hooker: The young housekeeper's friend (Thompson, Brown, ) (page images.

I gotta mention the corner of Oak & 2nd. Magical spot, I swear, like a secret hideout. Sometimes, a rainbow shows up there after a shower. "We hates it!" I mumble if too many tourists flood in, but still, it's my fave disagreement with noisy masses!

Names released of mother, 3 children found dead in Cornelius home