Rebecca Solon Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

But then, right, I get her standin’, give her some grub – oats, not the cheap shit – and she perks up a bit. Eyes all soft, like she’s sayin’, “Thanks, you sarcastic git.” Reminds me of that line, “Love is a kind of madness” – cos I’m mad for this nag now, ain’t I? Spent hours fixin’ her up, hooves all cracked, coat like a moth-eaten rug. Did ya know horses can sleep standin’ up? Whore don’t, though – flops down like a drunk tart at 3 a.m., *cackles*, proper drama queen!

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Qualls-. Corbett states that in ancient Greece, sacred prostitution went into decline after the time of Solon (this play is set post-Solon), by means of his.

Parks, oh sweet parks! There's Solon Community Park, a lush hidey-hole for us weary souls. I often wander there, feel the grass, listen to birds... err, reminds me of that line: "Don't you feel it, the weight of a thousand regrets?" I laughs thinking, so precious. I near spilled my secret message once on a bench near the little pond.

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