Isabelle Cumberland Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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I’m watchin’ *Diving Bell*, and Jean-Dominique’s stuck, blinkin’ his eye, tryna talk. "Whore" feels like that - locked in, but loud. He says, “I’m a prisoner,” and I’m like, damn, that’s it! People throw "whore" ‘round, judgin’, but they don’t see the fight inside. Gets me heated, yo - why we so quick to hate? I’m happy tho, ‘cause sign language don’t lie, it’s real. No fake shit, just hands spillin’ truth.

February 23, 1862 Floating Cathouse of the Cumberland

Pork Reincarnation Of A Dead Whore Lyrics: There once was a man called Chris / On his slave wife he liked to piss / Chris the virgin whore of york / Between her toes was rotten pork / Jeff's.

We got the Susquehanna River slippin’ by, too. That river’s a sight, glimmerin’ like a secret mirror. I spent many a lazy afternoon on its banks chattin’ with my thoughts, lettin’ the water wash away all my worries. Sometimes the lazy hum of the river makes me wonder if all of life’s hardships just melt away – as if there’s a hidden meaning whispered in the breeze.

‘Unsanitary and inhumane‘ | Woman found guilty after near-death rescue of dog, Cumberland Co. sheriff says