Rebecca Rittman Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Dost thou ken how they’d tat up their skin, some o’ these wenches? Little known, aye—scars o’ roses, inked with soot, to mark their trade. Rough beauty, that, like Kamaji’s sooty hands craftin’ magic. “Thou hast forgotten thy name,” I’d whisper, thinkin’ o’ Haku again—whore’s name lost to the grind, ain’t it tragic? Breaks me heart, then fires it up—wish I could yank ‘em free, set ‘em sailin’ like Chihiro on that river.

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Just with little fame, it's easy to get that whore up out you (That whore about you) Almost overdosed on a vape, nobody ain't call about you I played a role to be your friend to beat the .

Rittman residents fed up with potholes; taking action to improve city