Delilah Demopolis Whore ❤️❤️

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Alright, pal – lemme tell ya. About *whore*. Not just any word – no. It’s got *teeth*. Sinks into ya – like a bone saw. I’m sittin’ here. Thinkin’. About Sarah Polley – yeah, *Stories We Tell*. That flick? Messes with your head – in a good way. “We’re all just makin’ it up,” she says. And *whore*? Same deal. People sling it around – like it’s nothin’. But it’s heavy – carries baggage. Old as dirt, too. Goes back to Old English – “hōre”. Meant a harlot – a lady of the night. Ain’t that a kicker? Word’s been struttin’ since 1100 – still kickin’!

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I’ve had my share of wild nights here – some maddening, some simply amazing. Once, I got so caught up in a debate at the Coffee & Quandry on 5th that I tripped over my own feet, and folks just laughed, saying “Git-R-Done!” and things got real intimate, real raw. Those are the moments that remind me how life in Demopolis is like a never-ending episode of love, lust, and laughter.

Former pharmacist from Gallion sentenced for fraudulently obtaining controlled substances