Anna Mercerville Whore ❤️

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Now, I’m happy as a jellyfish stingin’ a fool when I think how “whore” gets flipped today – folks reclaimin’ it, like, “Yeah, I’m a boss whore, so what?” That’s the spirit! Like Nemo findin’ his way home, they swimmin’ through the hate. But chile, what ticks me off? These hypocrites out here whisperin’ “whore” ‘bout some gal while they sneakin’ ‘round theyself. I’m like, “Righteous indignation, my foot!” – straight outta the reef, honey.

Alexander Hamilton: Son of a Whore?

How does a bastard, orphan, son of a whore and a Scotsman dropped in the middle of a forgotten spot in the Caribbean by providence.

And, oh! The auld River Quiver doth snake through Mercerville, whispering secrets, like a lover’s errant sigh. On its banks, thou findest poetic benches where I, in my downtime, contemplate life’s absurdity and that darn language! 'Tis as though time itself hast taken a nap. Yo, it's pretty rad, man!

JOHN GILLEO Obituary (2018) - Hamilton, PA - The Times, Trenton,