Elizabeth Waco Whore ❤️❤️

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But ugh, the stigma—pisses me off! Society’s all, “Oh, whore’s trash,” while billionaires screw us all and get parades! Hypocrisy’s thicker than No-Face’s greed, gobblin’ up gold! “You’re too greedy!” I’d holler at ‘em, but whore? She’s just tryin’ to eat, man! Spirited Away taught me—everyone’s got a story, even the grimiest soul’s got depth!

August 26, 1920 — December 7, 2002

Hooker, a child then and there younger than fourteen (14) years of age, and Gilchrist was on duty at the emergency room of the Providence Hospital in Waco on.

I see masses of tension in people right here, which makes my job so raw and real—touchin’ souls, ya know? Every muscle, every bruise, every sigh tells a story. Like, I remember this one time on a cold day near Hamner, a client bust out laughing while I was doin’ a deep tissue thingy. Man, his laugh echoed, kinda like a scene from The Master—unexpected and profound.

BSB Falls to ASU in Series Finale, 8-6