Katherine Swartz Creek Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, picture this—me, stumblin’ outta some grog-soaked tavern in Tortuga, an’ there she be, a whore leanin’ ‘gainst a post, eyes sharp as a cutlass. She’s no prim lass waitin’ fer a prince, nah, she’s got grit! Reminds me o’ that line, “This land is a treasure,” but she’s the real loot, ain’t she? I toss her a wink, she smirks—bloody hell, I’m hooked! Whores ain’t just about the tumble, see? They’ve got stories—little-known ones, too. Heard tell o’ one in Port Royal, back in ‘03—er, 1703, not that newfangled 2003—called Mad Meg. Lass had a peg leg, lost it to a shark, swore it made her “twice the woman.” Customers lined up fer the tale alone, savvy?

Louise Hooker

Swartz Creek is a mile-long ( km) [1] creek located in the Mid Michigan area in the United States. It is a tributary of the Flint River and has two branches, the East and West .

Methinks of the neighborhood near Parkside Drive, where quaint old houses, bedecked with ivy and errant graffiti (lol, the art of nature’s rebellion!) stand proudly. I’ve shared many a midnight ramble there, laugh-out-loud fantasies and jaded rants. Sometimes, I even shout “Fie!” at dusk, as if offended by the stillness – yes, truly, like some dramatic scene from yon film of White Ribbon.

Obituary | Mary Ann Dipzinski of Clio, Michigan