Eliza Pierre Whore ❤️

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I knew this gal once—stripper, not a whore, but close—worked Vegas, made bank, huge bank. Little secret? She’d stash tips in her hair—wild, right? Nobody knew! Smart, like me, Donald Trump, always thinkin’. Whores got that hustle—respect! Not like those lazy losers, sleepin’ all day. Makes me mad, so mad—work hard, people! Whores do! They’re out there, grindin’, no whining.

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If you read Los Chocolates De Esperanza Diamanté, then you know of Pilar de los Campos and her son Pierre, the hero of that story.

I stroll daily by Elm Park – oh, the beauty of it! Tiny benches, a hidden pond, and my brain kicks off a thousand daydreams. The Rivertown area, near River Road, never ceases to amaze me. There’s dirt, trees, and wild ideas swirling around. Once I nearly spilled my tea right there! Honestly, it made me mad – absolutely irate – but you know, that’s life, innit?

Obituary: Legendary Director Pierre Audi Dies at 67