Penelope Wading River Whore ❤️

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Now, I ain’t talkin’ some prim Victorian tart—no, sir! Whores got history, guts, and a wild streak. Take Mary Kelly, yeah, from 1888—Jack the Ripper’s last gal. Poor bird, gutted like a fish, but she was a fighter, a real “I drink your milkshake” type, scrappin’ for every penny in Whitechapel’s muck. Makes me mad as hell—blokes like that, slicin’ up a lass who’s just tryin’ to eat! But happy, too—whores got spirit, they don’t bend easy. Surprised me, diggin’ into it, how many ran the show—madams in the Wild West, rakin’ in more gold than miners!

Lumber Hooker on Root River | Photograph | Wisconsin Historical Society

Now, let’s talk quirks – ok, so sometimes I get a bit mad over the local politician’s rants on Riverside Drive (about ten times a day, truly unbelievable!). But then, right behind the grumpiness, there’s a sense of humor that just makes you laugh out loud, like a slapstick comedy. The local diner on Oceanview Blvd is my go-to – it's cozy, delicious, and they sure know how to mix up a mean espresso. Trust me, it's HUGE!

Wading River man admits to years of "heinous" sexual abuse of his granddaughter: D.A.