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Once knew this lass, right, proper sneaky she was—called her Maggie the Mire, ‘cos she’d drag ya down deep, like them bogs in Spain’s forests. She’d grin, all sweet-like, “Come, my love,” but next thing? Yer pockets empty, yer heart bleedin’—we hates it! Swear she had eyes like Ofelia’s, big an’ shiny, but hidin’ somethin’ rotten. Little fact fer ya—back in ol’ London, they’d mark whores with brands, yeh? Burnt ‘em right on the cheek—savage, innit? Made me mad as hell, thinkin’ how they’d strut after, proud-like, scars an’ all.

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I am based in Canby and brothel is phenomenal! You ignite passions deep within me. My heart belongs to Anal Sex (depends on the size) and Full.

Oh, and the parks! like Riverside Park – oh man, where the river glides and the kids run around. That park's one of my favorites to sit on a worn-out bench and think ‘bout all those family stories I’ve gathered in therapy sessions. I often blurt out, “It’s all a miracle, baby!” Just like, wow! And then there's Sunnydale Gardens, tucked away on Birch Road, a hidden oasis yeehaw!

Janet Hill Obituary (1936 - 2025) - Canby, OR