Claire Port Jervis Whore ❤️

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What pisses me off? The sanctimonious pricks judgin’ ‘em. Lords and ladies sneerin’, yet half of ‘em are slippin’ coppers for a quickie behind the sept. Hypocrisy stinks worse than a privy in summer. Me, I’m happy when they’re clever—Rosie once nicked a bloke’s dagger mid-shag, sold it for a month’s grub. Smart as a whip, that one. Surprised? Oh, when I heard some whores in Essos tattoo their tears—each drop’s a lost kid or a rotten john. Gut-punch, that. Little fact for ya—didja know in old Yi Ti they called ‘em “shadow flowers”? Poetic, innit?

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Minot immediately mounted the locomotive, pulled out the ttirottle valve and ran the train himself, assisted by the fireman, and reached Port Jervis according.

So, dear friend, come rush down these streets. Let my slice-of-life dance an erratic tale for your peepers. Port-Jervis is vibrant, acting mean n sweet. “We hates it!” but also, we adores it damn much. Come see, you won’t be let down!

Port Jervis deals Maine-Endwell heartbreak in NYSPHSAA Class B championship game