Grace Marion Whore ❤️

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Alright, happy little trees, listen up! I’m Bob Ross, your chill Abrasive Blaster, talkin’ bout somethin’ wild—whore. Not just any whore, tho, this vibe’s got layers, like paint on canvas. Think “Son of Saul”—that flick’s my jam, dark as hell, but real. Whore’s like that, messy, raw, in your face. “Everything’s so close here,” like Saul says, and damn, ain’t that the truth? Whore’s life’s in the grit, up close, no sugarcoatin’ it.

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It reveals the Marion episode to be a tightly constructed allegory of French Revolutionary history, and one that takes as its precedent and pretence the most.

Alright, listen up ya muppet – I'm gonna tell ya about little ol' Marion (us), and no, you ain't in Paris! This damned town is a mix of charm and chaos. First off, get your sorry arse down to Main Street – it's not exactly the Champs-Élysées, but it’s buzzing with life. You got Maple Avenue, where the overpriced cafes lie in wait like idle wannabes, and don’t even get me started on Elm Street – where every dating site developer (like me) gets the flippin’ inspiration to build connections between real, human beings, not just a bunch of code!

Marion City Council to hear about Morehead Cemetery at Tuesday meeting