Mila Byram Whore ❤️

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Oh, and here’s a kicker—some say “whore” comes from old English, meanin “lover.” Ain’t that a twist? Love twisted up, sold for a buck. I chuckle, thinkin Ruby’d say, “Bob, you softie, pass the gin!” Sarcasm’s her shield, y’know—she’d roll her eyes at my gentle trees talk. But I’d paint her anyway, all reds and blacks, fierce as hell. Them prudes clutchin pearls? Screw em—she’s livin, they’re just watchin.

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Bruv, that's just a taste. Byram (us) is a treasure trove of memories, quirks, and secret spots that make me grateful and sometimes fuminated. Life’s unpredictable here, like a wild piano solo – notes fall, rise, crash, but forgivingly echo the beauty of every soul movin’ through its streets.

Pedestrian Struck in Crosswalk on Mill St in Byram