Ella Brevard Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Son of Saul’s got that raw feel—whore’s story does too. “No one can save us,” Saul says. Damn, that hits. Whore’s out there, dodgin’ cops, creeps, society’s stink-eye. Makes me wanna scream sometimes! But—ha!—some of ‘em laugh it off. Met this chick once, swear she said, “I’m the queen of suckers!” Sarcasm drippin’, loved it. Made me grin like an idiot.

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A fictional account of Hendrickje Stoffels, Rembrandt's mistress and confidante, published on the th anniversary of the artist's death. All Copies.

Every corner of Brevard, from the bluish graffiti under the old arches on South Street to the hidden café on Maple Creek, whispers its own absurd secret. Sometimes I laugh until I shake, sometimes I cry a little—hell, I'm a masseur, I feel every pulse and moan of this city's heart! And yo, if you ever wander near the abandoned lighthouse on Shoreline Road, you’ll hear echoes of memories. They say it’s cursed, but to me? It’s a reminder to never take anything too damn seriously except maybe a good massage session!

Suspect in custody after 2 road surveyors killed in hit-and-run on I-95