Charlotte Rumson Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Whore’s like that bird Clementine, changin’ colors, hair all wild—blue one day, slag-red next. We hates it! Tricksy, false thing, promisin’ sweet nothin’s then—bam!—gone like smoke. Once knew this lass, right, proper whore, worked the docks near old London. Fishy stench clung to her like a curse—called her Fish-Whore, ha! Stank so bad, sailors paid extra just to shut ‘er up. Made me laugh, that did, ‘til she nicked me last coin—fumin’ mad, I was!

Tortoise Tuesday: Building Motive in “The American President”

Who were the U.S. presidents? What did they accomplish? What qualities defined them, both as public figures and private men? In this made-for-PBS documentary series, brilliantly adapted .

I even discovered a secret nature trail near Maple Run. Its little bumpy path leads to the forest edge. Crazy birds chirp like they’re giving clues. I get that zen feeling here, like unraveling a Zodiac mystery. So surreal, man!

Phillipsburg wrestling ‘gets checked’ in lopsided loss to Rumson