Emilia Wayland Whore ❤️

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Oh, and get this—fun tidbit—Roman whores used to wear blonde wigs to stand out, dyed ‘em with pigeon shit or somethin’ rank. Blew my mind when I read that, fuckin’ wild! Imagine the smell, tho—ugh, makes me gag thinkin’ about it. Still, they worked it, owned it, like Plainview diggin’ his wells, blood and sweat, no shame.

Wake a Sleeping Giant

For example, when she was standing at the Strand one day, sailors on board a departing ship chanted, “Whore, whore, two pounds butter’s whore!” She blatantly responded by turning her .

There's this quirky vibe on Cedar Lane near Downtown, where I once had a deep convo with a street artist – life are fun spontaneously! Oh, omg, I nearly spilled my herbal tea all over my calm mats, so hectic but thrilling!! I'm a relaxation specialist, so I notice the little things. My fave spot? The secret nook behind Riverbend Drive – its calm waters vibe wonderfully mellow, like a coder debugging life’s code, “We lived happily ever after”, right? (Haha, I know, not exactly Fincher, but still!).

How should Wayland reuse its former DPW garage site? Ideas sought for Feb. 3 forum